I do use bits and pieces of what I learnt at school from day to day. However, my enduring memory of secondary school is just of the most awful, crushing boredom, and just not being able to see the end of the lesson, let alone the day. Ugh. With the exception of art lessons, it was all just so uninspiring.
That makes me sound like I was a right grumpy teenager, but actually I read a lot, and loved literature, and was interested in physics, and I enjoyed making and designing stuff out of wood, and making clothes and cooking, and wanted to travel, so wanted to learn a language, and occasionally went to the theatre, and spent a fair bit of time outside climbing trees and riding my bike with my friends.
In spite of that, English Literature, Science, CDT, Domestic Science, French and German, Drama and PE all made me want to chew off my own fist because of the horror and boredom.
At the time I accepted it, messed around a lot with my friends and did my exams in a fairly half arsed manner. Now I look back I don't regret for a second not revising for exams, as I've only had to write them down as a list on the odd form, and I had a great time causing amusing disruption to lessons with my friends.
However, it does seem a shame that a relatively bright teenager with wide interests who started secondary school willing to learn a lot could end up being so disillusioned with the whole system, and this must be happening across the country over and over again. On top of that, as I wasn't a slapper with an attitude problem, I was pretty much tormented my evil slappers with attitude problems from infant school all the way up to sixth form. Something else that you accept at the time, but again I look back and I realise that that affects my confidence even now, when, actually, I'm ok really, and having the wrong socks doesn't mean I'll get punched in the face any more.
It does make me appreciate studying for my design degree every single day I wake up though. Oh, and I'm
so glad that I'm an adult! All in all, I'm glad I went to school overall, and my fellow troublemakers at secondary school will be friends for life. I saw a program about that school where you could choose your own lessons (possibly in Cornwall somewhere?) when I was a kid, and I always really wanted to go there. It looked like home schooling but with other kids and teachers. My mum and dad taught me so much, but I liked being taught by teachers, and was fairly social (when I wasn't getting my head kicked in). So somewhere you could get really into something like that school and learn about it and them move on sounded amazing.