[guide.chat] part 4 junior school

From: "M BOWKER" <bowker288@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: "Guide Chat" <guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2012 16:37:14 +0100
I now move up to junior school. about seven years old . I was very thin for my 
age and I wore those N, H. S. glasses. milk bottle top lenses, made out of what 
seamed like wire. They were always bent and twisted. And I still couldn't talk 
enough for people to understand me, in cluding the teacher.  She was old and 
had grey hair in a round bun. And she looked mean, On my first day I was as 
usual put at the back of the class. I was seven years old and wearing short 
pants. I put my hand inside my pants to scratch an itch. The teacher came 
charging up to me and said I was a naughty boy. and made me hold out my hands, 
knuckles upwards. then told me to make a fist. Then she hit me on the knuckles 
with a wooden rulelar. She drue blood. No plaster, just put your handkerchief 
on it. Good start, I didn't even  know what I had done wrong.

I went through the classes and was always put at the back  of the class. In 
those days we had a big field and a football pitch. I hated sports and do to 
this day. Every time we went on the field for football the teacher always put 
me in goals. The reason, because he new I couldn't see the ball and he always 
told the other kids to kick it hard at me . I quite often got the ball in the 
face which broke my glasses at times. The teacher and all the kids had a good 
laugh when it hit me. And it was the same with cricket. The time's I had a 
corkie ball in my face. And the same with other sports.

In the last class I was again put at the back of the class room. The teacher's 
in each class all did the same. They would be having spelling test. Did they 
pick the ones that could spell. No, they always picked me. I still couldn't 
speak enough for them to understand me. So, Bowker. spell conclusion. I would 
not be able to. Not because I couldn't, but because they couldn't understand my 
speech. So the teacher called me all the names he could and the class just 
laughed at me. And the most humiliating was when they made me stand in front of 
the class and tried to make me read from a book. I also use to get sent to the 
head master for not trying to learn and get the strap on both hands and both 
sides.  Hard rough days. You couldn't tell your parents because you would get 
told of again. 
Next part. 5. Eleven plus.

love Malcolm. xxx

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 love Malcolm. xxxx.

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