Positions held/Awards Won I shall start Infant School::Clothing the weather teddy bear Junior School: Milk Monitor Senior School: 1st year shot put champion
My biggestest achiefment wuz righting abut chokolat wen I wuz ate n a harf and gitting a sertiffikat and sum luvly swetts frum Kadburries. It wuz grate.....yum yum Eye losst mie setiffikat butt it lucked lyke thiss
Infant School: Kissing Sharon B. (not going to name her, as knowing my luck she will see this thread in a year or two and who knows what might happen then). Junior School: The only boy to achieve the BAGA Gymnastics awards nos. 3 & 4. This included doing the splits and a diving forward roll. Senior School: 3rd year 800m (Athletics) and Swimming Medley Relay champion. The latter being remarkable as my swimming master once said that he had never witnessed someone winning such a race, whilst trying very hard not to get wet!! Sixth Form College: Winning the Middlesex Cup (Football) as a quick and determined right-back. They were all heady days!!
I was the year's top swot for the first three years at grammar school. It went steadily downhill after that, though, with no mitigating improvement in sporting prowess.
I had the very same certificate for writing a chocolate themed essay. When they were given out, the teacher and the bloke from Cadburys stood at the front of the class and called out individual names. The kid whose name was called had to go to the front and collect his certificate and was given a bar of chocolate. It was quite a big class and I remember being dismayed that my name hadn't been called as most of my class mates came back with their chocolate and certificates. Eventually, there was just two of us left and my name was finally called. I was the runner up with the second highest mark and was given a certificate and half a dozen chocolate bars. It was the pinnacle of my academic career, never again did I receive such glittering prizes. I cannot now remember who came first, but it might have been a specky kid called Haydn Paul or perhaps my old nemesis, Christopher Burridge. I have not seen my certificate in over fifty years, but I do remember my mother pinning it up in the kitchen. Happy days.
Junior school: Doing Tullybrone’s English homework for him Secondary School: Getting into the school’s newly formed FOURTH football team. We won our first game 6-1 and we never played again. Bit harsh I felt, over the moon and sick as a parrot all at the same time, but I will carry a proud 100% victory record for school footy to my grave.
Don’t know if this is schooldays only, but I was (still am?) Major General in the Oxford University Invade and Conquer France Society
I made a paper airplane during class which the teacher took away from me. As I remember I had drawn a cockpit on it with a pilot and helmet, USAF insignia and bullet holes. She wrote, "David's work instead of paying attention" on it in red pencil and pinned it to the bulletin board. I had forgotten about it until my father brought it home after parent's night. He was most displeased.
I recently found a bundle of old school reports at my mother's house and was delighted--even a quarter of a century later--to read my politics teacher's yearly judgment: "'Mr Fortum' has failed to meet his potential, but, as ever, native wit has brought him a respectable set of scores." The story of my life in miniature. I don't think they write things like that any longer, but it was pretty shrewd assessment! I was more interested in history, wargaming and Iron Maiden at the time.
Great results there and I love (and remember) how the teacher's remarks are so cutting and to the point. This is partly why there are few snowflakes in our (he says loosely) generation. A+ Di, no need to try harder.
