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Looking Back.
The day you left school, did you look back for a second and think, I wish I wasn't leaving or, thank god for that, happy days ahead?
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I'm 74 years in November and I have bad dreams about my last head master still. His name was Ansell Savage. Savage by name and Savage by nature.
I recall the annual prize giving day where the Borough of Barnet Mayor was to officiate in the prize giving. We were all seated in the adjoining Community hall awaiting his grand arrival. Someone let off a stink bomb .The hall was evacuated and the mayor was directed to the headmasters office for tea and bickies whilst the windows and doors were left open in the hall
to 'depong' the venue.
For some reason my name was forwarded as the culprit. Every day for about a month, after morning assembly, I was oiked out the ranks as we filed past his office for an hours grilling. Every day I denied any knowledge. One day there was a knocking at the head's study door and a rather agitated science master came in holding a sheepish and frightened lad by his ear. The boy was David Evans, the older brother of Timothy Evans who both attended the school and were sons of 'Taff' Evans the one time Geography teacher and then R.I. teacher (Lay Baptist Preacher). Mr Kingston, the science master, stated that the boy had dropped a stink bomb in the Lab and he clearly saw it done. Taff Evans was summoned to Savages study where the story unfolded. David burst into tears and admitted the dastardly deed to his father and headmaster. Taff Evans then blamed it on my devilish influence. It was still all my fault and I was dismissed without an apology. I reckon I missed a day's schooling over the month with those daily hourly inquisitions I hated them all at that school.
C&P from an AB post in April 2023
I hated school. I felt it taught me nothing of use in life and was right. I don't think in my long career I've needed anything I learnt at school. I was mercilessly bullied for being 'posh', in my school that meant having two parents who lived together and had jobs. I was glad to leave, fell into a very bad marriage, got out ,and went on to do further education at 30 where I got my degree and started my career. The school dinners were nice though as my mother was a terrible cook.😊
Nothing really, didn't really register as an event because I was on the expected 'education train' is the way I thought about it. O levels then A levels then Uni so last day at school was just like leaving a station on a journey. I was looking forward to going to Uni (of Essex) 3 months later as my boyfriend was there already :-)