Left school in 1986, went to an all girls catholic school and was taught my nuns, so needless to say it was pretty strict and had to work hard, but i loved it at the time, kids dont know there born these days

We lived in the middle of nowhere in africa, so i was home educated. Trouble is, i wasnt really educated at all, not about stuff i needed to know when i was sent to boarding school when i was 10 yrs old in the uk. I spent a really happy 6 years there, then went to another boarding school as a day pupil, living with my mother in Bournemouth. I hated that school, it was all english girls and my face didnt fit. Worst 2 yrs of my life.
Personally, i think my REAL education began the day I left school, aged 15.

i went to an awesome boarding school for 2 years, in Bishops Stortford. Beautifull place, but me being a bit of a sap got homesick so ended up leaving there..
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i still use proper etiquet, when addressing an authority figure or someone i don't know, even the people in the bank get either a thank you sir or thank you ma'am.

a little saying that i use... Manors, take nothing but time.
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Mine were a bit of a mixed bag, I was a bit of a bugger when I was younger. I always behaved myself in class but once I hit the playground it was a different story. People tried to pick on me because my sister was disabled and I was expelled a few times for fighting.

The last high school I went to I loved it, I was still a bit of a bugger, but the teachers would laugh at my escapades (often involving climbing out of windows). Even got made a head prefect, and I was hockey captain. It was also a great excuse not to be at home. Made some brilliant mates whom I still knock about with now and then.

Didn't enjoy 6 form at all, I went to a private school which was very clicky, and all that mattered was how many houses your dad had.

I was in a kids home in my early years and all i can really remember about infants school is going home for dinner every lunch time to a good cookedmeal (except the day we had macaroni custard for pudding. I'll never forget chucking it all back up! ) and eating the dog biscuits that were used for counting/teaching colours and shapes.

Junior school wasok apart from the kiddy-fiddling caretaker and senior school was a totalfuck-up.

I hatedmy school days and would never want to go back again.... except maybe to tell Mark Holloway I fancied him

School was pretty good for me. I had a pretty good time of it overall and those teacher strikes in the mid 80s were great; hardly had a lesson for weeks on end

College was even better. Living away from home at 16 and I took full advantage! As captain of the basketball team I had a great time, I could do no wrong, even when I was supposed to be in lectures and I was in the pub with my mate. Needless to say I didn't do as well as I could academically but i had a blast.

Disclaimer: Any kids reading this should know that drinking in class time and generally skiving school or college is not big or clever

i was a model pupil at primary and very popular with everyone teachers and classmates.

when i moved up to secondary i possibly tried getting on with too many people from different cliques which looking back was more of a hinderance then a help.I also had a small problem with authority back then.I wasnt a bully or owt just a bit of a talker and smart alec know it all.In the end I fucked my education up cos i could only see the short term rather than long term goals.

"model pupil at primary" hahaha.

If I could I would go back in time and try to do a better job of it all. All that stuff when you're like... 13-14 years old bunking off and people are saying "You'll regret it when you're older" "Your school days are the best days of your life" etc. Most of those things that get said in a lecturing kinda way are actually true.