school days

I HATE SCHOOL ! STILL.

Here’s a song you can all sing a long to whilst remembering those oh far off days and please don’t be afraid to leave a response

Did you hate school yes or no please leave a response in the box below, and your name and what you hated or loved about it. How many times did you wag it?

ART OR CRAFT

Some teachers  their names escape me
deliberately or not. 
But a lack of inspiration, 
Instilled by 
A Mr Smith or a Mr Bell 
taught the lessons
  that were really really boring 
made me feel like snoring
 just didn't want to do it. 
So I didn't 
it positively annoyed them 
which made me 
 a  happy chappy.

IN MEMORANDUM

Poor Frog
Was it art, or Biology 
 the meaning of life. 
Mr Millburn said
 you really should know. 
If you can't draw you will not understand 
life's functions.
Or the meaning of reproduction 
or the internal organs of an amphibian  
So it got very boring 
I thought maybe I should stop going.
In memory of a green thing.  

EXAM DAY 
I did not want to do them.
My exams that is.
So I went for a walk.
And gave them a miss.
Saw all of the pupils all nervous and twitchy
The palms of their hands are all sweaty and itchy
But I wasn't there
Not in the hall, I was elsewhere
Without a care or a worry.
Probably 
Eating chips with my curry

THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER

A teacher who’s name escapes me
tried to teach Geography.
She really wasn’t up for it
she knew not what to expect.
When a pellet meant for Chris Shepley
smacked her in the head
and out of the classroom door she sped
Full of anguish tears and pain.
Escaping down the corridor never to be seen again

BIG BAND LEADER

Wednesday afternoon at Glossop School
was triple woodwork day. 
So me an a guy called Ronnie decided to run away.
We'd find ourselves on Castle hill.
And maybe down at Bankswood .
Sometimes we were at Manor Park 
Just playing and having a lark 
A big band leader called Fletcher
 just didn't have a clue.
Wagging school was so much fun.
  It was better than being in class.
And looking back with fondness 
I still have no regrets, 
and to this very day.
" I still hate school"

  CAPSTAN FULL STRENGTH

Metal work was such good fun
 we never got nowt done. 
But whenever we were able
 we go and grab the teachers tabs
 which he left on the table 
The teachers name was Fiddler 
but he was never there. 
We'd finish off the lesson 
By gathering up the scraps of metal
To throw  at Pete Marsdens head 


Chemical Reaction

A slab  taught chemistry
 a square shaped head of stone .
Its voice was stern 
and very loud . 
It inspired me not to learn. 
I never did my exams 
decided to give them a miss. 
And just like all the others teachers 
 my back side you can kiss .

Mathematics

If there was to be 
a collective noun,
for a group of Maths teachers
Then it would be a Povey 
of that I'm really sure.
I never did my home work 
in fact 
I did no work at all 
Just messed about all lesson
and talked about football. 


Quantum Singularity

In Physics I sat next to Walter
His real name was Paul. 
But I did not like physics.
Not really! 
Not at all. 
They tried to teach me things 
I had no interest in 
Instead of the Universe 
and its origin. 
But all I got from Sackett 
was Kenneth please leave the class
Which i did with joy and sass.



A Symphony of Nowt

I couldn't  play the Guitar the Piano or the flute.
Not even the recorder or an ancient lute.
The music teacher was to Large 
his hair was just to long
 and his lessons were about as interesting
 as a German marching  song.
So no one got taught music,
in our class they say. 
All we did was fool about 
and while away the day.

Beam me up Scotty

The class was very rowdy making lots of noise.
And Mr Collins the French teacher could not control the boys.
The girls they just ignored him they really did not care.
So disgruntled and despairing he finally raised his voice.
Sit down and shut up he shouts
He really let it rip
but not before Martin applied,
that famous Vulcan death grip.

Three Dimensional Reality

Tech Drawing was bore. 
It positively wasn't good. 
The teacher I think was Davies. 
Or perhaps a piece of wood. 
I slept through most of his lessons
 cos it made me very sad. 
Then one day I wagged it 
And suddenly I was glad.
 I'd escaped I was free
 So no more TD for me.

A Bridge to far

There was an English teacher
 who really could not speak.
And sometimes it could take him
 three minutes to say one word.
He stuttered quite profusely 
and stammered all the time. 
The boys sat at the front of the class 
thought it was very funny. 
When it took him nearly fifteen years 
to say just one word money.  

Any body wanna mention the school trips, Glossop School the Iron Bridge trip was a laugh never did learn anything, well I did but it wasn’t what the history teacher (Mr Scott I think) had in mind. Funny thing I always remember a moorland plant ? Any memories of the Tutankhmen trip down to London. Be good if you could if you could pass your memories on.

What about Notts County away come on reds you must have a thing or two to say about that, was it in Matlock when the coach driver pulled in for a break and the next thing the police had us all. Anyone remember a certain pupil applying a Vulcan Death grip on a French teacher. Or a Geography teacher running out of the class room in tears, she just wasn’t cut out for it. A stuttering English teacher, and sleeping through Tech Drawing lessons.

DANCING IN YOUR UNDERPANTS AT WHITFIELD PRIMARY SCHOOL.

Personally I really do not know what I hated more, Glossop School (the comp) or Whitfield Primary School where I had my first playground fight and my first taste of the cane.

But one thing I can tell you Claude was a major influence in my sporadic attendance. Yes there are those out there who are in the know Claude was a weapon wielded by a leanie monster!

One of my more pleasant memories was getting a stone inside a snowball on the side of the head during a playground snow ball fight. Yes it was that sort of place, pretty sure it was Mick B who threw it.

Other than wagging it was there any nicer memories, if Chris Brad ever sees this I wonder if he remembers the game we played on the steps at play time. I remember him running head first into a lamp post.

Wonder if Oz remembers a certain girl who would invite you to crawl under the table for a touch and a feel. Conker fights and marbles, and play ground football.

One teacher would inspect your hands every morning if they were not up to her standard of cleanliness a ruler across the knuckles then go and wash your hands again.

There will be former pupils out there who will remember getting the knuckles down your spine or getting your back pummelled if you stepped out of line. Cutts, Forced to sing in the school choir, forced to take part in those stupid xmas shows and forced to take your pants off in the gym to dance, yet the girls were never made to take their skirts off. I once went home with a perfectly formed hand print across my right buttock courtesy of the head master Sammy.

Glossop School, first cigarette, first snog, first taste of Cider, first fight !

One day at Glossop School on Talbot Road Glossop the art teacher thought he was a bell, and a pupil applied a Vulcan death grip on a French Teacher, a slab taught chemistry and the Biology teacher thought he was teaching Art ! But this was normal at this very not normal school. Because at this school the English teacher could not speak, and the music teacher was to large.

A brown teacher thought he could teach drama, and the Geography teacher had no idea where she was, come to think of it I don’t think she knew who she was either. But it was funny watching her run out of the classroom crying, wonder who drove her to that?

Did you know that a conglomeration of Maths teachers could be called a Povey, or not . Well I never knew that either but who cares I hated Maths so I stopped doing it. I remember a close encounter with a Moorland Plant.

On Weds Aft it should have been triple wood work but the woodwork teacher thought he was a big band leader. Needless to say I stopped going, found it more educational wondering around Castle Hill and Bankswood. Wonder if the metal work teacher ever discovered where his cigarettes went (capstan full strength)   

Why did you sell your dinner tickets? To buy Fags or go to the chippy.

THE SCHOOL DISCO,

My first school disco snog she didn’t attend Glossop school but April comes to mind and I am not talking a calendar month.

Why did you go to the School Disco, certainly not to dance. Maybe so you could sneak off to the lecture theatre with your girl friend, or was it to have a fight? Did you ever turn up drunk? I did once or twice. Trying to look cool smoking in the corner, remember do you ?

The girls will probably have a different perspective, different memories. It would be good if you could relive them memories. Just leave your memories below. You can also comment on the school trips. Or your memories in general good or bad.

THE SCHOOL TRIPS

What do you remember about them school trips? Where did you go The Iron Bridge Museum, down to London to view the Tutankhamun exhibition.

AND SELLING YOUR DINNER TICKETS.