I went to primary school in south Manchester and the mention of low expectations certainly resonates for me. My parents and teachers weren't prepared for me passing the 11 plus, and at first I was told by my father that I wouldn't be going to grammar school. It was only the week before the summer holidays ended that he relented and 'allowed' my mother to fill in the form to choose which grammar school I would prefer. I got my third choice and it was downhill after that! Grammar school was miserable, some girls were very snooty and I avoided as much as I could then left at 16, having managed to duck out of maths lessons for two years. Teachers appeared to regard me as not worth bothering about - one commented that she knew I lived on a council estate. All I learned at grammar school was that girls who live in council estates are common and undeserving of a higher education, so I reinforced those views.
I went on to do my OU degree, like many others, and get myself a good career. As I always lived in the most southern part of Manchester and on the edge of the Peak District from being 21, my accent changed and people assumed I was from Cheshire or part of the Midlands. Meanwhile, many Mancunians of the next generation developed that twangy 'Manc' accent that is so alien to people of my generation. My children grew up saying 'graars' and 'paarss' instead of the flat 'a' that is used in Manchester, and then they complained that they were called posh when they changed schools after we moved to part of north Manchester. It seems that, without me being aware, I and my family have been assigned to different social classes each time we are perceived as being slightly different from the majority. I suppose in the south of England we would be common, and in central Manchester we would be posh! Weird!
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