The horror of school

School was a nightmare for me, what I do remember is rarely pleasant.

Primary school wasn’t too bad. There were 3 of us who were so small that our uniforms had to be made for us.

To this day I am still friendly with some of the class in person, not only on Facebook. From pictures I have seen I was a mascot for sports day, because I was the smallest in the house I belonged to.

We learned to spell phonetically, which caused many problems when I got to grade 3 and had to suddenly read and spell normally. In grade 7, I was finally diagnosed with a learning difficulty. The music teacher apparently had some background in learning difficulties and told my parents that I was dyslexic.

I found out when my son was around 5 and I attended a talk by a well known child therapist and discovered that it is unlikely I was dyslexic but probably suffered from ADD.

High school was torture! There were 200 pupils in my grade. It was a very strict school which was fine, as I grew up in a strict home. My father was a fair but stern disciplinarian.

The few thing I remember fondly about high school was being in the drama productions, back stage (I am an introvert by nature).

I remember Dale Carnegie became well know at the time and everything was about being out there and being noticed. My worst nightmare.

I was on the swim team and I kept score for the cricket team. Girls were not allowed to play cricket but we had a great coach and I would practice with the team. I followed our under 14 A team all the way till they became the first cricket team. I went to all matches as the team scorer and received training in how to keep score with colours.

Physical education was hell on earth, especially during winter. I am not a runner but had to participate in cross country, I don’t like netball but had to play, I especially didn’t like hockey but it was compulsory!

Over the years I have discovered that at some stage I was originally left handed, somewhere along the line I changed over to right handed. This may explain why I suck at ball sports.

All through primary school until I was 15 I did ballet, then at 16 I changed to figure skating, which I continued well into my college years.

One of the things I do remember and regret not being able to do for my children, is that my mother was always around for us. She was at every sports event and on the PTA and worked in the tuckshop for both my brother and me.

I have had to work full time since my second child was born and I not only regret the years I have missed, I am resentful too.

My children have also not had an easy time at school, dealing with bullies and nasty teachers but that’s for a different post!

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