I went to an all- girls grammar school in Stockport, leaving in 1959. I hated school as the teachers had no idea how to deal with working class girls. The teaching methods were fossilised; only last year I was in contact with my old English teacher who to,d me it was the worse school she ever taught in. I had to leave at 16 to get a job as I came from a single parent family and my father didn’t give a damn about supporting the family he deserted. I was fortunate enough to get a job as a trainee technician at a prestigious university. Just before I left I was sent on an errand to the ghastly headmistress. I have never forgotten her comment: “ Here comes the new technician for the university” in a sarcastic tone. She neither congratulated me on getting the job nor wished me good luck. Apparently the only pupils she was interested in were those staying on to the sixth form. Her nasty attitude schooled the way I dealt with students when many years later I became a teacher myself. I made sure to see the value in every one and to encourage them to reach their potential.
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