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I loved school so much. I got to wear red DMs, combats, tie dye, and grow dreads and whatever the fuck I liked. Cycling to school was normal if you lived a bit of a way off. My teachers were addressed as their actual names, 'Mary', 'Rob' and 'Terry', and I smoked black every day in 6th form, and used to get some heavy petting during breaktime off cute gothy girls. Got four A levels, didn't go to flippin Oxbridge mind.
Got a feeling it's going to be hard to find a school like that for my lad. It's all uniforms, single-sex, yessirnosir, get 11 Astars or you're fucked.
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@skulls: that sounds familiar as my sixth form too - and it turned out a big oxbridge contingent. on the rare occasion that a teacher went into the smoking hut, they turned a blind eye. although we addressed the teachers by their title and surnames - except in the Art department, of course. it was almost ideal in being a school that encouraged aspiration but wasn't totally anal about everything*, and didn't seem, as an institution, shit scared of league tables and ofsted.
and it had a half-decent library and you could use the classrooms outside of lessons - because if they weren't teaching you enough, you could do it yourself... libraries that have got rid of any non-curricular books, classrooms that get timetabled to full capacity, are both bad news.
- they did however, threaten police action over the course of the A-level exams after someone filled every single exterior lock with construction foam after the last day of lessons...
- they did however, threaten police action over the course of the A-level exams after someone filled every single exterior lock with construction foam after the last day of lessons...
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Got a feeling it's going to be hard to find a school like that for my lad. It's all uniforms, single-sex, yessirnosir, get 11 Astars or you're fucked.
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@hoefla - I cannot believe we went to the same school, that is not the vibe I had from there at all. It was a complete grade factory (you had to enter for your exams privately if you were predicted less than a C) and the patrols to the smoking hut were OTT. I got in huge amounts of trouble for walking on the grass in the quad too from one of the more WAC senior tutors. Hmm, school days...
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Black marks for walking on the grass in the quad?
I'm guessing your school wasn't in (SE) London?
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So you didn't have a friend with a teddy bear named Aloysius?
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Actually an extremely good suggestion! Particularly as my son's grandparents live nearby.
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Oh hats, sad times! You're only what, 5 years younger than me? Deputy head went to have a word with someone in the smoking hut, ignored the fact they were skinning up and the place reeked. Also no-one seemed to mind us constructing elaborate diy bongs in the basement. We did at some point get a request to not bring the college into disrepute in the local pubs - they didn't mind us going they just wanted us to behave properly and not turn up to afternoon lessons drunk. I guess it couldn't last.
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^ We used to have a drink in the Railway Tavern (stood where the slip road to the NewX Sainsburys is now) after an after school club, teachers were present, we were maybe 16 and in school uniform.
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