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    School Reports.

    Today I decided would be the day for putting things in order, brought on by the death of a good friend. Morbid you may think, but cleansing also.
    Rooting through some files I found my school reports from juniors to leaving school at 15. Oh my, the secondary school reports were abysmal.
    No wonder I hated school. No encouragement, just put down after put down. You would think I was as thick as two short planks but I'm not.
    'A'stream all through. I couldn't wait to leave and nothing on this earth would have made me stay. In the last year I played truant and sat in the local coffee bar many times. I don't think anyone noticed, if they did, nothing was done.

    Thank goodness it has changed for the better. The reports are about to be shredded.
    Women are like tea bags; you never know how strong they are until they are put in hot water.
    Eleanor Roosevelt.

    #2
    Good idea Grauntie, goodbye to all that negativity.

    I disliked my grammar school headmistress with a vengance. She was extremely snobby. She told me I was ' not university material ' Luckliy I didnt give a flying fig, as I was set on a theatre career.
    I know she was wrong now however, I am certainly bright enough to do a degree
    .
    As you say Grauntie, hopefully there is a lot more encouragement and recognition of pupils abilities and talents these days.

    I'm very sorry about your friend xx
    “A grandchild fills a space in your heart that you never knew was empty.” – Unknown

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      #3
      I might still have my reports somewhere, they were not too bad but when I think of the teachers my heart sinks. Our headmistress was the worst, these days she would be classed as an outright bully, a horrible woman! No good memories of my school days at all.
      "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." - Dr Seuss

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        #4
        Ive kept mine for a bit of a laugh. Several teachers despaired of me and it was always "could do so much better but lives on another planet" and other words to that effect. Same with my Sis. I excelled at history and English but the Mathis master threw a blackboard eraser at my head in utter frustration when I could not understand Algebra although I did fine in geometry as I saw a purpose for this but as I was never going to be a physicist I gave up on math generally. I did shorthand and typing instead which always got me work and good jobs at that!

        One English master encouraged me a great deal and I repaid him by doing very well in the subject. I also loved languages and spoke French and Latin well. On the whole I hated school and was pleased to leave.
        Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. T.S Eliot

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          #5
          Sorry to hear about your friend Grauntie. I don't think it's morbid at all. I've found that at certain stages in my life that I stop to take stock. I think we do this the more we realise it's people who are more important than 'things'. Then we move on.

          School, well I won't even go there only to say that I went to my infant/junior school headmistress 's funeral just to make sure she was dead. She belonged to a gp of nuns called the Sisters of Mercy...ironic as she gave me the cane/strap on many occasion.
          "Good friends help you to find important things when you have lost them....your smile, your hope, and your courage."

          (Doe Zantamata.)

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            #6
            I moved so many times in my life until I met my husband that I have nothing like that left. I do remember always having good reports I was particularly good at English, history and art but not so good at maths, geography and science. Was decidedly average at domestic science mostly because I didn't see the point in learning how to wash hankies and iron tea cloths (still don't) and a complete disaster at needlework. Couldn't be bothered with typing, thought it a waste of time, ironically I went on to become a PA and my typing speed is exceptionally fast even now.
            If you want to go fast go alone, if you want to go far go together

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              #7
              I don't have any of mine, but have got some of hubby's. As I remember, my reports weren't too bad, the teachers always commented about me talking too much. As you may have noticed, I still do.
              Wish I had kept my reports, can't think why I haven't. I didn't particularly like school once I got to 12/13. Couldn't wait until the day I left.
              Some people say, oh school days, best days of your life, not to me they weren't. Loved my school friends though.
              Sometimes I forget to like posts,but that doesn't mean I don't like them.

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                #8
                I've found one which said 'unless MS improves her grammar, spelling and syntax to acceptable levels she will not pass this examination.

                That was O level history.

                I achieved the highest mark in the county 95% and Miss A did have the grace to apologise!

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