I hated school with a passion from the very first day of first school,
my mum took me there, left me there for the day and i was home by 11am stating that i didn't like it so i came home,
i was only 4 so my poor mum was horrified to see me standing there on the door step
of course she made me go back and i quite got to like first school, then at 9 i had to go to middle school :cry: i was devastated, i wanted to stay at first school with all my friends lol,
at middle school i was very good at my school work, i did O level English at middle school with a small group of other kids as we were ahead of the rest, but seemed to be useless at getting on with the other kids,
used to get bullied every day, i was always the smallest at school too so that didn't help,
at grammar school i was in the crowd of rebels, adults said do, so we did the opposite and i very rarely went to classes but one of my friends did so i used to get the work from her and do it at home so i didn't get to far behind but this was the first year of grammar school,
for the next two years of grammar school i was hardly ever there as i was needed to stay at home and care for my mum who had got bad with her cancer, i looked after her right to the end when i was almost 16 but school had ended for me then so i didn't do well in the exam area as the teachers would not let me sit them because i had not been for the last two years
didn't get the help back then that i would have done these days as a child carer :!: