School Memories.

It's not cool to be clever at school, says a report out today. Well duh! It wasn't in the fifties when I grew up. I'm from a mixed-class family, but my working class mother taught me to read as soon as I was able. I was reading well when I went to school at the age of 5. My mother being her, just shoved me inside the gate and ran away. So you can only imagine my chagrin when the GORGEOUS teacher tried to get me to enunciate Ah Buh Kuh Duh from the alphabet. I just poked my tongue out at her. So she hit me. Any accord that might have been achieved between me and schooling was lost in that moment. I was screamed at by my music teacher (his face inches from mine with flecks of his spittle running down my cheeks) that my life would 'end in a ball of flame'. I became a professional musician. So 'fuck you' Mr Hollingsworth of Burford school, what did you know? Any more school memories out there?