Schooldays are the happiest days of your life.

No chance. I went to a very good public school courtesy of a music scholarship / assisted place and faced vile snobbery from day one. It was in England too so there was lots of anti-Welsh stuff thrown in for good measure.

Most of the pupils being exceptional knocked my confidence and it took years to believe I was good at anything. It took my mum a while to admit it but I should never have been sent there.

The school employed a child porn magnate and a teacher who shagged a pupil.
 
Don't really miss my schooldays as a pupil and wouldn't want to repeat them. But there were two teachers (Latin and History) who I loved and tried to copy in my own time at the front of the class (1971-2019), and I do miss that.
 
In general, I’d agree…if you weren’t plagued by the usual bullying and lack of confidence noted by the previous poster.

For most “normal,” well-adjusted kids, it is a period of “ignorance is bliss” where adult worries aren’t on the radar and one’s view of the world is so narrow as to be all about what’s right in front of your nose.

Life, all by itself, is full of excitement and wonder at that age, and friendships are intense, often becoming life-long.
 
I'm With Stupid said:
I reckon if your life peaked in school, you've fucked up somehow.
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ChicagoBlue said:
In general, I’d agree…if you weren’t plagued by the usual bullying and lack of confidence noted by the previous poster.

For most “normal,” well-adjusted kids, it is a period of “ignorance is bliss” where adult worries aren’t on the radar and one’s view of the world is so narrow as to be all about what’s right in front of your nose.

Life, all by itself, is full of excitement and wonder at that age, and friendships are intense, often becoming life-long.
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I wasn’t bullied per se; just more left out of everything from cliques to house parties. Stew’s parents were also very working class but his mum inherited a huge amount of money so they could afford to send him there. Jon also moved over from Wales in the third year so we all stuck together.

It’s got me in to trouble before but I don’t back down from anyone and will confront if I feel I need to regardless of who they are. It’s an in built defence system.
 
Had a great time there. Hated primary school, so at high school I took on a class clown role and either had people that could tolerate me or people I annoyed. Was never bullied and I'm grateful for that.

Know a few people who are still mentally there. Bump into a person occasionally who tells me about people I've not thought about for 16 years.
 
F..king hated school. I was bullied remorselessly and wagged as much as I could in the final year. If I ever met up with those cûnts again I would do serious damage to them. I joined up later and I learnt to handle myself. I got all my qualifications whilst in the army and it was no thanks to those barstewards.
 
No way. The adult life has it's share of misery, but I wouldn't want to go back to my school period. My childhood, away from school, was my happiest period of my life. But not school.
 
As I mentioned in another thread, from 11-18 I was in a school that was really a mental hospital, where the patients were allowed to 'teach' as part of their therapy.

I reckon at least 80% of my teachers were mentally unfit for one reason or another. Alkies. Sadists. Obsessives. A Headmaster who thought it was 1911. A guy who stared into space. Bat shit crazy the lot of them. The overwhelming majority would be barred from the profession in 2023. Don't get me started on all the stupid, petty rules they imposed because they could.

I seriously believe that some of my own mental health issues were started there, and they would have been a lot worse if I hadn't fucked off and wagged it for weeks on end. What's more, I learned more in Central Library than I ever did in that utter shit tip of a so-called school.

I still hate some of those teacher cunts decades later even though all or at least the vast majority must be six feet under by now. If I'd been spending my life in Strangeways, that place would have been good preparation. For the real world, it was utterly useless.
 
Flogging was quite normal in the mid sixties, if you forgot your homework you got six strokes of the cane (Three on each hand) which resulted in severe blisters and blood being drawn.

Some (Not all) teachers were psychopaths, who would be locked up now.

Then you went home to tell your dad and he would say "Well don't forget your bloody homework then" :)

And don't get me started on 60mph flying blackboard rubbers

Ahhh, happy days.
 
Happiest days….utter rubbish
Christian Brothers school in the late 70’s early 80’s.
Physical, sexual and mental abuse went unchecked.
The Catholic church has a lot to answer for…..
 
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