Infants and junior school, I remember messing around a lot and that we had to read the worst books in the world (Ginn was the name I think) that got more tedious in their subject matter the higher the level they were aimed at. Unfortunately I was a high level reader!
Secondary school was kinda OK I suppose. The teachers were distinctly average, far too many were just awful, and there was the odd exception who actually treated teaching as a vocation rather than a punishment.
It was lucky for this mass of average teachers that the pupils around them were all fairly smart and didn\'t act up much, so classes were never as bad and out of control as they deserved. About 5 years after I left, and they had been subjected to some more troubling intakes, they were in a world of hurt.
I was a bit of a swot I suppose, but not full on \'lets bully the geek!\' teritory! I not only paid attention in class, but also normally got my homework done during lessons (the stuff we had just been set, not stuff that was due that day) because I used to go mountain biking straight after school every day.
At college I was pretty bad. Spent more time in bed than at college and when I did go I tended to smoke a lot of weed, which meant I could face art and photogrophy classes, but coping with history and English language was a struggle.
I still did far better than I deserved. I seem to just be able to ace standardised tests!
So in all:
Meh!
