Yesterday in my brief blog on grammar schools I mentioned in passing that I had not been very happy at school. This was an understatement.
My mums reluctance to allow me to go meant that even when she was over ruled she was never interested in making my life in school conform to anything normal.
Thankfully it was just after the war. Clothes were still rationed. Because of this there was a school shop where second hand clothes could be bought.
Mine were always very old, very battered and bottle green!
This shade is one I would never now wear...it brings back memories of teasing that were in fact painful.
I was always badly dressed!
My school shirts were often dirty. I only had one so I washed it by hand on Saturday and often wore it un ironed on Monday. The cotton fabric never lost its creases! I got teased unmercifully...
The teasing ranged from friendly jokey remarks to extremely unkind observations . Us scholarship girls bore the brunt of that status....we were poor, no one mentioned our cleverness...
I got my own back in the classroom. I always knew the meaning of difficult words...I had been reading for a long time!
This of course made my status as dirty scholarship girl even more difficult!
I had friends of course. Two.
The teachers at my school ranged from very kind and encouraging to extremely sarcastic and unpleasant.
The PE teachers came into the second category. We had to take off all our clothes after PE to go through the showers...the remarks about my underwear hurt more than any others. I spent much of my time ashamed and trying to hide my bottle green knickers! They were dirty and full of holes!
Looking back I realise that this period of my life has meant that clothes have always been important to me...and I now have far too many!
The head teacher and the deputy head of my grammar school were kind and realised some of the problems for us scholar ship girls...they made life bearable...but only just.
I'm still grateful for the education though...
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