School is out
We had Puppychild stay with us last night.
It was more a case of child minding rather than babysitting as she is six and a half [and the half is very important].
As I had to bring her to school, I had to get up at the incredibly unearthly hour of eight. Eight! For fuck’s sake, I had only just gone to bed. Anyhows, she happily had her breakfast and suggested a game of hide and go seek. I politely declined and managed to get her dressed, with only a few threats and a small amount of bribery. Leastwise I got her to school on time and reasonably in one piece.
Of course that got me thinking. I don’t remember what age I was when I started school, but I think I was five. The school was a mile away though it seemed like three times that, but I checked on Google earth and it was exactly a mile. There would be a knock on the door in the morning and this young woman [she was probably about eight or nine, but she was fucking ancient as far as I was concerned] would walk me to school. Hail, rain, snow or the occasional sunshine, we would walk that mile and come the afternoon we would walk all the way back. In those days there was no such thing as being driven to school. A lot of the parents didn’t even had a car.
While I was in Google Earth, I had a quick glance and fuck me but the old Gulag is still there. I thought they would have ripped it down years ago but it hasn’t changed one jot. They seem to have dispensed with the barbed wire and Alsatians though. I wonder if the gate is still electrified?
I really hated that school and it set me on the path towards hating all later schools. It was a convent school and the fucking nuns used to freak me out. I was terrified by those apparitions who used to shout at us from the top of the class. They were just a mass of black with white bibs, and the only part of them that resembled a human was their faces. I have been scared of penguins ever since.
To this day, I find it strange that Puppychild actually loves school.
Things must have changed a bit?
Enjoyed this , it brought back memories of walking to school every day and when it rained you put on a pair of black wellies ,which rubbed your legs and gave you a rash!! Sure it didn’t kill us 🙂
Welcome Kala59! [Is that name really on your birth cert?]. The two most vivid memories I have of that school are closed doors with a class chanting their tables, and the smell of laurel. There used to be a laurel hedge along the front wall [now gone] and to this day the smell of a laurel hedge reminds me of that place.
I dreaded school, got out as quick as I can, the young’uns like it and I blame the “organic” food shit..puts them all in la la land
Anyway it all seems to be play these days. They should be fluent in Calculus and Latin by seven years….
Amo,amas,amat,amamus,amatis,amant…… load o’ shite. Never used it in my life.
Well, until now.
What? Have you never been to Latin America?
There was a strong suspicion at my convent school that the nuns didn’t actually have legs, they just glided around on casters! Mind you that was in the ’50’s, teachers were probably a bit more serene then. Come to think of it they DID manage to climb stairs so we were obviously wrong. Daleks would have ruled the earth if they had only been able to do that!
Should that have been castors or is that only the oil?
Where I live was white America, then became black America and is now Latin/Korean/Vietnamese/black/Russian/Indian America. And by Indian I refer to the sub continent. I actually kind of like it this way. For the most part.
I had a ball in School. Im probably the only CBS student who enjoyed school. I slagged the shit out of the teachers who reciprocated in the banter. Even as I was leaving The Principal offered me a job, one of the past pupils was looking for a few good men. Trouble was, I was having such a great time, I did shite in my exams. It has’nt held me back or made any difference to my career though (lucky bastard).
I have to make sure that my little slablets are’nt aware of this fact though or they too would be slacking off at school.
Oh the hyprocracy of it all. We should be able to enjoy school, so hats off to the little “puppy” children of today. There’ll be too much serious crap when they leave school.
Meletmian – Don’t tell anyone but I had to look up the caster/castor thing. You are right, unless they slide around on castor oil? I’m talking about the fifties too, and my lot were just weird – a bit like black burqas.
TT – You living in a prison? Heh!
Slab – You went to a CBS and enjoyed it? Are you heavily into sadomasochism or something? That is one of the strangest things I have heard in a long time. Unless of course you were at school only a few years ago. I believe they have improved somewhat. I think it has something to do with the tribunals?
Come on ‘tt’, did you never get one of those latin conjugations in a crossword puzzle ? Sometimes it’s the word that gets you out of a corner. Never sell the dead languages short.
What’s a conjugation?
Apropos nought but I wish Chaz Bono would just fuck off and throw hereself through la fenestra of a very tall building.
And yet you sent your poor daughter off to the same fate, to end up with the same fear of nuns!
I agree with Meltemian, they do indeed seem to hover and not walk. It’s very creepy.
K8 – That’s what’s known as inheritance.