My Dad was a Working Class lad from a town on the River Mersey, who went to Oxford University after his Grammar School.
There were no Grammar Schools for me, though. I absolutely hated Secondary Education because the curriculum was far beneath my level.
I played truant as much as I could, my only motivation for attending being so that my Mum wouldn’t be taken to Court.
Only by the actions of one teacher did I leave school with any qualifications. He personally went to each of my other teachers to plead with them to find a way to enter me for their GCSE exams.
But I had done no coursework for any of them, so I wasn’t acceptable to the Examinations Boards.
He refused to give up on me. All the other teachers had. They told him not to waste his time. (I still wasn’t very co-operative.) He just barely managed to get me into three exams. I got two Bs and a C.
Employment was never easy to come by. I got into as many bad habits as I could. My health suffered. I spent many years in misery.
At the age of 30 I graduated with a BSc, First Class.
I might have been 21 when I graduated, if I had been allowed to go to a school more suitable for me.
But politicians hate little more than intelligence in their social inferiors.
9 years of humiliation and misery.
In memoriam Joseph McNally
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