Probably explains an injustice that's made me cross all my life ... Which involved my Mum , not me .
Born in 1933 she was a bright child who passed the 11 plus easily and should have gone to the Grammar school like her big boy.
Unfortunately she was told there " wasn't a place" for her and she went to the local secondary modern.
A year later a place miraculously came available for her at the Grammar school. My Mum was always feisty and had settled so refused to go , on principle.
My grandparents obviously didn't have any high expectations of girls because they didn't encourage her to move.
She left school at 14 , becoming a window dresser and then learning typing and became a typist.
She was always highly intelligent.
The year I went to uni she was also accepted into Durham University to study to be a priest.
She was one of the first women ordained into the priest hood at, Durham Cathedral in about 1993 and worked as a priest until her retirement.
After retirement, with the support of my Dad , she followed an Open University course and managed to finish this after Dad died .
I had the great privilege of walking my Mum , in her cap and gown, across the stage at the Sage in Gateshead on the day she graduated and earned her degree.
She was 82, the oldest graduate they'd had and she was a bit wobbly on her pins.
Sadly,she died in 2018, still holding on to her dreams of completing her Masters.
How I miss my wonderful Mum .