My first school was Harlyn and I am always surprised to see that it has hardly changed since I was there! Mr. Baker was the excellent headmaster and Mr. Grieg sticks in my mind as a great teacher: both were early influences. Plus I apologise very belatedly to Miss Garland: all those times my pencil fell on the floor...well, it didn't really fall and my aim was to look up your skirt.
Secondary school was nearby: St. Nicholas Grammar School (now Haydon: A High Performing Specialist School in Languages and Applied Learning) just up the road: both schools were easy walking distance from home, come rain or shine...and cowshit on occasions.
Poor Miss Garland... :-)
ReplyDeleteHonest if nothing else and just maybe she knew what you were up to ;-)
I think many young males were doing similar tricks in many class rooms across the country!
Hey Gildy! Hi. I'm not sure how to take this blog forward but I guess I'll be adding posts very occasionally.
ReplyDeleteI can understand what you mean about starting a new blog...
ReplyDeleteAs for your post I should say...it's all part of growing up and at that age probably quite innocent, feelings were stirred that were natural but at the time not quite sure why. (LOL)
I don't think back then we were quite so forward or knowing of "Adult" things...
Now, it's practically thrown in your face...but even at this late stage of life there are many things I don't know.
Sometimes it's hard to keep on blogging, but keep on keeping on. In the name of Gerard Winstanley, Thomas Payne, William Blake and Lord Byron.
ReplyDeleteAlcuin! Just seen your comment (today is 20th Feb!) Hope all is well. I don't get email alerts form here so didn't know....maybe I had better fix that!
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