Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 February 2021

Continuing education works for me.

 I can’t say that I liked school much. There were so many other things I’d rather be doing. I didn’t like the teachers much. All they did was tell me to do stuff I didn’t really want to do, and the stuff I wanted to do, like talking to my friends, they wouldn’t let me do.

I didn't like the majority of the lessons. I hated maths – all I felt I needed to do was learn to count. For the life of me, I never thought I’d ever need algebra in my life, and to this day, I don’t think I’ve ever needed to use it.

The sciences did nothing for me – cutting up frogs wasn’t something I planned doing in later life. In fact, I didn’t want to cut up anyone! If I had plans on being a doctor, then yes it may have been of interest.  Blowing up the lab seemed like it could be fun – after all if we could do that, I wouldn’t have to do that again! The only thing I’ve ever been good at concocting is a decent cup of tea!

And as for physics! Too much like maths for me, although years later when I had a little set of chairs that went round too fast, I wished I’d understood about ratios in order to get the right sized flywheel to slow it down.

History was OK if the teacher wasn’t as bored as I was. I’d have loved Geography had it been all about places and not cumulous clouds and rock strata as well.

Sport was good though. As was Madamoiselle Rieg, our french teacher who was pretty good looking and sounded as sexy as hell when she spoke (at least to my 14 year old self she did).

And as for exams, I could never see the point – and still don’t.

It’s easy for someone to freeze up on the day, and it’s not so easy to cram for the tests. The purpose of exams to me, is to show that the student has a decent memory for data and that they can put it down on paper succinctly.

I still feel that people’s results should be down to the coursework completed during the course of the year. The teacher should be able to tell whether the student has pulled their weight in class over the year, should have a good idea of whether the student has understood and learnt the material covered. And if they aren’t able to recognize that, then perhaps they should be in another career.

I ended up leaving public school without any qualifications – I didn’t end up doing my ‘O’ levels because my Dad was ill at the time and instead of going to school to do the exams, at 16, I stayed at home and run the family business.

Therefore going by my official exam status, I’m bottom of the barrel and would struggle to get a job anywhere these days. That’s OK though, I don’t want one anyway. I’m happier working at my own things.

But here’s the funny thing.

I’m all for education. I’ve continued learning all my life. In fact this morning, I’ve signed up for a course to learn how the fundamentals of some software I recently bought and have been trying to teach myself how to use properly.

Given time, I think I could master it on my own, but I feel I can speed up the process by enrolling on a course that will show me many tips and techniques that I would take ages to find, and some that I never would.

Over the years, I’ve signed up to many courses. I did a website building course, I’ve gained an NVQ level 2 in I.T. and I’ve been learning Spanish online as well.

I read plenty of self improvement books, on all kinds of subjects. I read autobiographies and biographies. Whenever I get involved in anything, I buy books that will help me in that area.

As examples: When I was doing discos, I hunted down business books and books on promotion to help me put it on a firm footing. When I started doing radio, I bought books on technique, on how to use various pieces of equipment. I learned what it would take to run a station, how to set up playlists, how to format a show. I asked questions to well established presenters. I was open and willing to accept advice and critique.

I am constantly looking at ways to make me a better me. I’m always open to finding new ways of doing things.

I even signed up to an online course to learn to play a piano on a whim once. I’ve always liked the idea of playing piano like Fats Domino or even Russ Conway. I do love a bit of plinky-plonk. One day I’ll get around to it. I just need a piano!

So yes, I’m a great believer in education. But personally, I like to learn what I like to learn.

I was not a success, certificate-wise at school. The things I’ve learned in life that have been useful to me are pretty much things that weren’t available to me at the time.

I think it’s important that we all continue to educate ourselves. Life is an ongoing education in itself.

I found the most important part of schooling, preparing for those final exams, tedious. I was more interested in developing business skills, which I did at home, in our arcade. School didn’t set me up to develop the kind of business I was going into.

And because of that, I didn’t think it was right for me at the time. For me personally, I’ve found education better when it’s been about the things I had an interest in. Sadly, most of what I learned in school hasn’t been of much use to me as an adult.

The majority of things that have been important in my life were taught by my family and associates I’ve made along the way.

I can’t say having no qualifications has made my life more difficult. It wasn’t as if I was going to be a scientist, and investment banker or a vet.

The thing I learnt most at school was when I was boarding at Prior Park, and that was sticking up for myself and being independent. Although painful at the time, it’s helped me stand my ground in this world.

I will say though, that I wish I’d have paid more attention in English classes. It would make my writing more coherent that it is now!

Surprisingly, I have to say, one of the joys of my life is learning. I love the sense of achievement when I master something new.

So I can see quite plainly, that me and education are going to be together for a while to come.

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Tuesday, 13 October 2020

Struggles at school for a Showman's son...


I'm one of those people who gets reminded of my past on a fairly regular basis - this came up on my Facebook Memories today.

Facebook memory 13-10-19
 
I had another 'flashback' this morning.
We were living at Burnham-on-Sea at the time.
Like so many others, I'd just taken my 11+ exams but had failed them, so wasn't clever enough to be admitted to the local Grammar School.
The local Comprehensive school was King Alfred's in Highbridge but my parents didn't want me to go there because it had a lot of older kids that had been kicked out of their arcade and they didn't want me being bullied.
So they hunted around for another school and found one locally that was a prep school, St Dunstan's.
St Dunstan's was an Independent School, in which my education was available because my Parents had enough money to pay for it. I was to become a member of the elite school system apparently.
Far from removing me from a school where I may get bullied, they in effect sent me to another school where I'd be bullied for different reasons. The class system at its finest.
Most of the children at this school were following their old-monied parents' footsteps. People who'd been businessmen, well to do farmers and suchlike for generations. The children here were going on to Public Schools and the better things in life. Which made me stand out like a sore thumb.
I could tell straight away that I wasn't one of 'those' people.
Upon entering the student body, I was entered into my class and soon realised that I was no longer James Murphy, just Murphy.
Everyone was addressed by their surname. If you were at the school and you were an elder brother you'd be something like Jones 1 and the younger brother would be addressed as Jones 2.
If you shared a surname with someone else you'd be Murphy in class but Murphy J in the general population.
It soon became apparent that I was looked down upon by many of the boys (it was boys only back in those days).
Once they realised I wasn't from their 'stock' I started getting picked on. 'Smelly Gyppo, 'Pikey' and other names flew around. Apparently, I was only there because my parents were 'nouveau riche.'
Myself and Harry Parkin 1973
I recall a year later when I was in a class named 'Shell' with another Showman's son, Harry Parkin (I'm circled, Harry is next to me on my left), and I was getting picked on after being taken out of school for a 2 week holiday during Autumn term.
They didn't see why I was allowed to have a break when they didn't and so decided I need to be slapped about a bit.
What they didn't understand was that while they were on their 6-week trek across Europe or their holiday in the Bahamas, I was stuck inside an Arcade and Bingo 7 days a week working hard as it was my Parents' business' busiest time. And as with all of my family, we were expected to work! That 2 weeks was my Summer Holiday.
I used to complain to my Mum about it and she told me to stand up for myself and remember, 'Sticks & Stones may break my bones but names could never hurt me.'
And this is where the point of my story comes into play.
I put up with having to be picked on. I had a few fights along the way and eventually, it all stopped.
As well as teachers, there were the infamous 'Prefects' who lorded it over the younger pupils. They imposed their superiority wherever they could.
It was bad enough having teachers who could hit you with a bit of chalk or a blackboard eraser from fifty feet when you were gazing out of the window waiting for the day to end and taking no notice during a lesson. The prefects were another ballgame.
The system of 'fagging' still went on. The prefects would make the younger students go and fetch stuff for them. They'd make you go and do stuff (nothing weird, just stuff to eat up your free time) and they'd basically just be nasty little gits.
And one of those was someone called Cox G. I can't say that he stood out amongst the nastiest of them. In fact, at the time, he seemed no better or worse than the others.
Over the years, I'd forgotten all about him until I was reminded of him a few years ago.
Recently, he became known to a lot of people who've begun to take an interest in Parliament.
Because he is now the Attorney General. He's the guy who turned on the 'Remainers' and called them 'Traitors' and 'Turkeys.'
He's the one that received all the jeers and shouting in Parliament that day,
I have to say, it really made me laugh. I'm sure his time at St Dunstan's and his eventual Public School prepared him for his little performance in Parliament that day.
As for the raucous booing, hissing and grizzling. It was water off a duck's back to him. It also made me realise what a limp-wristed bunch of people are running our country.
They got all upset and caused a scene because someone called them a few names. Their little egos took a pummelling and they couldn't cope.
Well, that just reminded me of my Mum's words all those years ago. "Sticks and stones..."
St Dunstan's may not have saved me from the bullying, but it certainly toughened me up to be an adult in the real world. And for that, I'll be eternally grateful.
And it's given me my 15 minutes of fame because I now can say that I was at school with the UK's Attorney General.
So there!

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