malcolm, need next part, you had a really really realy awful awful time, not good, write malcolm write, need next part need to know how you came out of this awful schooling age, this what makes your soul so understanding, you are the bestest ever and we love you for the you you are. vanessa. -----Original Message----- From: M BOWKER - Email Address: bowker288@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent On: 10/08/2012 16:37 Sent To: Guide Chat - Email Address: guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [guide.chat] part 4 junior school 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 know love Malcolm. xxxx. Cheshire, skype name, malcolmbo1 You Said.