School days!

Well school starts in earnest next week and my youngest will be setting off on his quest to see if he can match his Dad's 600 points. Some of our posters will be going back to school but its a time of year I used to hate. Every year those back to school ads seemed to get earlier - like the Christmas ones! Nights getting darker, Dubs out of the Champo and winter approaching.

I can't say I remember my first day exactly but I still recall the smells - floor polish and disinfectant. And the sawdust for the 'accidents' and the poster from Clare. The kindly old teacher who taught me for my first two years - she seemed ancient probably cos she was - but she was a lady. It was primarily ( ) a girls school with mixed low and high babies - no junior and senior infants then I tell ye! Beside the church too. The lunch with milk in a brown bottle (previously milk of magnesia most likely).

On then to a well known CBS on the northside for some real education. Thankfully I never came across the stuff we all know about but some teachers were brutes - especially in secondary ...... usually the country ones. The school has a proud sports history - GAA, basketball, athletics and won the Leinster soccer title the first year they entered. It wasn't the worst and the crack was good most of the time.

But I never liked school that much. I could never apply myself to study. Did ok in the exams with little or no study and often thought after if I tried harder would I have gone to college. So much so that I have been trying to 'access' the CAO website recently to get some points .... - joking, police, joking!

There was corporal punishment in those days too. Leather strap, the odd box and slap. I don't subscribe to the school days being the best of your life theory. I still wake up in a panic some nights thinking I'm in the middle of sitting my leaving cert. The only advice I would offer those still at school is ......... don't light up a smoke near the bunsen burner!

How was yours?

And the sawdust for the 'accidents' and the poster from Clare.
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So you went to school with "the Puke"

Jason you must have A LOT of guts bringing up the 'S' word 6 days before I havta return to that kip for that stupid junior cert....

OMAR wrote:

And the sawdust for the 'accidents' and the poster from Clare.
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So you went to school with "the Puke"

Good spot O - yes there was lots of it. Whoever had the tablespoon got the big bits .....

RoyalGirl wrote:Jason you must have A LOT of guts bringing up the 'S' word 6 days before I havta return to that kip for that stupid junior cert....

Do you mean the Inter Cert? None of your lip lass - get in there and get some learning, get the head down, get your points, get your qualifications and get the boat ...

Jayo Cluxton wrote:

RoyalGirl wrote:Jason you must have A LOT of guts bringing up the 'S' word 6 days before I havta return to that kip for that stupid junior cert....

Do you mean the Inter Cert? None of your lip lass - get in there and get some learning, get the head down, get your points, get your qualifications and get the boat ...

I'm smart enough as I am now And get the boat? Emmmm that saying is sooooo four months ago. Keep up old fella.

RoyalGirl wrote:Jason you must have A LOT of guts bringing up the 'S' word 6 days before I havta return to that kip for that stupid junior cert....

Secondary School is like the championship.. You don't want to be peaking for the first small trophy available so don't mind too much about the junior.. Keep things respectable and give it all for the leaving cert!

Have the Inter done getting results on the 15th. Doin TY this year (total doss ) not back till tomorrow weak.

Jonsmith wrote:

RoyalGirl wrote:Jason you must have A LOT of guts bringing up the 'S' word 6 days before I havta return to that kip for that stupid junior cert....

Secondary School is like the championship.. You don't want to be peaking for the first small trophy available so don't mind too much about the junior.. Keep things respectable and give it all for the leaving cert!

To be honest Jon I don't think there's much chance of me putting too much effort in for the Junior

School is a waste of time. Learning poetry by heart, algebraic nonsense, dissecting frogs and other prescribed nonsense...Useless..
Get a guitar, keyboard, or some such instrument, pick up a few chords, bang out a choon, blag a few lyrics from the forum here and you're made...

RG, may I suggest a quick, catchy, 5 in a row Kilkenny number here....

JC, Omar and myself have the outlets sorted for hurling final day, even though I'm already producing the loveliest mini-hurls of the finest ash, emblazoned in black and amber with the date on them.....

School my arxe, the time spent in the UoL is the ultimate education.....

Righteo Boxty I'll go write it now and get back to ya at the end of June.

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Skool daze at its best

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Have had quite a broad range of schooling -
When I was in my early primary school days my dads work took us to Kilkenny
went to the De la salle there for 5 years - Brian Cody - Matt Ruth etc.(pretty much the feeder school for St. Kierans) Most of the teachers were very good - Had a great teacher in fifth class - He spent the first hour every day going through the Irish times and what all the current affairs events meant he used to get us to write letters to the editor - a few of which were published.
He himeslf used to contribute a poem or story two three times a week to the Mike Murphy radio show.
The priority in 5th and 6th class was hurling, playing for the village, hurling and getting into the "honours stream" for Kierans. We move back to northwest when I ws 12. Complete culture shock - village schoold where the headmaster was a local - spent most of his time in the staff room - The only focus was to be prompt with our answers at confirmation so that he would look good for the bishop - our academic ability was not considered.

Jaysus OMAR ... you in hurling territory ...

Fish out of water ....

Jayo Cluxton wrote:Jaysus OMAR ... you in hurling territory ...

Fish out of water ....

Yep

Was in the same class as Philly Larkin and Gary Murphy
An all star hurler and a pro golfer
The two boys were good as well

Back tomorrow.. Yay..

Not back until Monday and, as my compulsory education has now finished, it's for the prestigious Sixth Form. Still at the same old place though - only this time we don't have to wear uniform

I look back fondly on the days I have spent at Woldgate 'College' - so called after receiving 'specialist arts status' in 2005ish (I have never come across anything specialist or arty about the place the whole time I've been there). It's a big school for rural Yorkshire - 1500 pupils and about 250 in my year group. Everyone knew each other and some great laughs were had over the years. I could write a huge post with the endless anecdotes I have from that place but right now I can't be arsed

My first day at school was in the changing rooms at Casement Park. Honestly, Andersonstown did not have a primary school, or rather my parish didn't, the other one did.

A bit like Dubs using Croke for school.

then onto the CBS which was great, for 7 wonderful years.

Boxty is right in that if you want to be a successful business person you just need to have no conscience and be ruthless, and school cannot teach that.

However the idea that education should be linked to future employment is abhorrent to me. Whatever happened to the idea that education broadened the mind. Certainly the university of life does that, especially at a university when you in effect leave home with about 200 other young people. Makes it just a bit easier that way when you are learning the hard facts about economics and such.

Learning certainly is wasted on the young, and I myself went from school to university, where I never bought a book or attended a lecture. Simply answered 4 exam questions at the end of the year, hardly a measure of one's intelligence or of what they had learnt.

When I returned 20 years later I bought loads and loads of books and avidly read them. By now I was actually interested in what I was doing, otherwise I wouldn't have returned.

So education is still poorly organised, but it is a right and everyone should benefit from that basic right.

It was an awfully sunny day today. It must have been horrible to have had to go to school.

SamiPremier08 wrote:Not back until Monday and, as my compulsory education has now finished, it's for the prestigious Sixth Form. Still at the same old place though - only this time we don't have to wear uniform

I look back fondly on the days I have spent at Woldgate 'College' - so called after receiving 'specialist arts status' in 2005ish (I have never come across anything specialist or arty about the place the whole time I've been there). It's a big school for rural Yorkshire - 1500 pupils and about 250 in my year group. Everyone knew each other and some great laughs were had over the years. I could write a huge post with the endless anecdotes I have from that place but right now I can't be arsed

Got that sounds like a lovely school There's 190ish in my year and I'd struggle to name them all. Like I know most people but there's still the odd one who'd say hi to me and I'd just be like "Hey!" (do I know them..?). It's never less than interesting though My class is no famous throughout the school, Class Wilde. They did a very good job in naming my class so accurately after the great Oscar Wilde himself as we have been living up to our name (throwing desks, hanging out of the ceiling, dancing on tables and making our tutor cry countless times) for the past two years and hopefully that shall continue. Sure everyone knows the Junior Cert means nothing so why concentrate

I remember when I was in secondary school one of the teachers was 87 years old.

It was alright that he was teaching CSPE as no one gave a shayte about that, but having him teaching business and leaving cert accounting caused a few problems!

RoyalGirl wrote:

SamiPremier08 wrote:Not back until Monday and, as my compulsory education has now finished, it's for the prestigious Sixth Form. Still at the same old place though - only this time we don't have to wear uniform

I look back fondly on the days I have spent at Woldgate 'College' - so called after receiving 'specialist arts status' in 2005ish (I have never come across anything specialist or arty about the place the whole time I've been there). It's a big school for rural Yorkshire - 1500 pupils and about 250 in my year group. Everyone knew each other and some great laughs were had over the years. I could write a huge post with the endless anecdotes I have from that place but right now I can't be arsed

Got that sounds like a lovely school There's 190ish in my year and I'd struggle to name them all. Like I know most people but there's still the odd one who'd say hi to me and I'd just be like "Hey!" (do I know them..?). It's never less than interesting though My class is no famous throughout the school, Class Wilde. They did a very good job in naming my class so accurately after the great Oscar Wilde himself as we have been living up to our name (throwing desks, hanging out of the ceiling, dancing on tables and making our tutor cry countless times) for the past two years and hopefully that shall continue. Sure everyone knows the Junior Cert means nothing so why concentrate

Quite the tearaway you are.

I remember the time Sami hit one of the textiles teachers square on the forehead with a Bourbon biscuit...

Yes Samual I am quite the rebel! First day back was not the most fun, 4 stink bombs. We're all waiting for the first year baitings though

RoyalGirl wrote:Yes Samual I am quite the rebel! First day back was not the most fun, 4 stink bombs. We're all waiting for the first year baitings though

Stink bombs? Pa.

How about a full fledged 'mud war' between two year groups?

The farm field behind the school field had just been ploughed up and there were frozen lumps of mud everywhere. Our year are happily minding their own business when some ******* from the year below starts chucking lumps of mud at us. Naturally, we have to defend ourselves and so the fight continues every lunchtime for 3 days.

The best moment there was the lad who declared "wouldn't it hurt so much if one of them hit you in the boll...OWWWWWWWWWW" just as a flying lump of mud hit him cruelly below the belt.

Happy days.