I did my CSE exams 1980. I took English and Maths 'O' levels at night school and got a 'B' in both in 1983. I took 'Vehicle Maintenance' as a CSE (and French but don't tell Stan) and a few others. My school would not put me in for O Levels as I was a bit er obstructive......

I got m@de to t@ke frog c@use eye w@snt clever enough to t@ke sp@nish :rolleyes:
eye h@ted it too, nev@ been to frogl@nd but st@yed in sp@in, le@rnt sp@nish from
writing in the s@nd from @ book when i got @ non english spe@king girl friend. :):)
 
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Evening all!
Sitting here in our dressing gowns which we have had on since we got up at about lunchtime!
dinner eaten.
W asleep in front of the box.
@My Old Landy will be happy that I finished putting my radio kit together today and it works. although I only seem to be able to pick up either classical music progs or chatty ones. wondering if that is cos it can only pick up mono FM. But still quite chuffed!!

All this talk of peeps education.
I think it does prove that it has all changed a hell of a lot since the 70s.
Like many on here, despite being taught in the private system, beyond the age of 13 mine was cr@p too.
I also had to go to evening classes to get A levels sufficient to get me into uni.
But once I became a teacher in the state system in 1981, it was obvious that teaching was not well paid, it was hard work, and that failure was not an option. Not that I wanted that. I wanted success for my students and was prepared to work hard to ahieve that. My school was a sort of show school and peeps came to us to see how we did it. The joke was that 1/2 of the budget for sending teachers on courses was spent on my place.
So education was good.
Then came the national curriculum, and the govt really started interfering, which may have been necessary in bad schools but we resented it like mad.
Then came Ofsted and education changed from doing it to help the kids to doing it to survive. We could still do the job properly and get away with it but in other schools staff panicked and did all sorts of stupid stuff to try and keep their heads above water.
Meanwhile two things happened, the sylabuses in some subjects changed, for the worse. And the expectations of the students changed. If they were failing it was no longer seen as being because they weren't working but because the teacher wasn't working. It was round about this time that I stopped enjoying some parts of my job.
Now we live in a situation where the meedja rule.
Ofsted inspections are the ONLY yardstick that people look at when choosing a school. They are like Tripadvisor.
And so inaccurate.
The last time I was involved in an inspection, the year I retired, for the first time ever we got "needs improvement" although we got better results than a school just like us in the neighbouring town. This was because our two feeder schools had failed their inspections, and this time rightly so. The report was as nebulous as it is possible to see and all over said "... this is already being adressed." i.e. the thing was meaningless. But the good staff and many others left and numbers dropped, it has taken ages for this smear to wear off.
It's an easy political football for successive govts to kick to try and make it seem they are doing something. If they'd only leave it to the professionals.

Obvs a personal opinion.
 
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I had that sort of experience too. We tended to move house a lot when I was a child because my father didn't like sticking at a job for any length of time, but comprehensivisation followed me around the country and my secondary education was always at places that had just been reorganised. It was chaos. I'm not saying that selective education is necessarily any better than comprehensives, but the teachers seemed to be demoralised and overwhelmed and the unruly children seemed to delight in tipping them over the edge. This being the 1970s, there was still a culture of lunchtime drinking among some of the teaching staff as well. Having said that, in those days teachers' holidays really were holidays, and they lived in houses which nowadays are changing hands for about three quarters of a million pounds and would be far beyond the reach of most teachers today. So they didn't have it too bad.
I like this!
Grammar school teachers were totally ill equipped to handle stroppy secondary mod kids. Also there was often a "them and us" attitude between the staff who had formerly taught in grammar schools and those who hadn't! They almost had separate staffrooms. So comprehensivisation could be a rocky road!
Don't know about drinking at lunchtime but that would depend on where the school was, in a rough inner city area it was probably more rife.
Holidays were the same as when I joined, i.e. a week a year longer than they are now, thank you Mr Ffing Baker, who pinched a week's hol off us to give us the largely pointless "training days" which parents hate so much! (Kids still get the same number of days off as they previously did.
Teacher's pay has dwindled for a long time, as is now obvious. I was able to buy a house together with my ex, but it is far harder if not impossible for teachers to do so now, depending obviously on where they live.
Proof of this is that when I retired I was earning £39K but my pension was worked out on what it would have been if my salary had kept up with inflation, so on £45k. i.e. my salary had dropped in real terms by 15.4%.
What you say about teachers "not having it too bad" was part of the reason why I went in for it. If I could have seen where it was going I'd never have done it.
 
All this talk of being taughted learned edjumacated you know what I mean that stuff which is supposed to happen at skool. will set Stan off you nose.
To be honest sometimes I feel like some of the kids of today need to be put to work at 13, then asked at 15/16 if they want to get an education proper like;). Some of them come across as "the world owes me" and that sure as hell dont go down well with me.

I was not the best at school, but did enjoy some subjects. Which really can be down to the teacher. I can say I learnt enough at school to get me a decent level of education, but being in the outside world so makes you realise what you really want and to achieve that will take work. Its at that point you really start learning:).

J
Couldn't agree more.
Kids are at completely the wrong age to be educated.
They don't know what they want all they know is that they resent having stuff they don't want rammed down their throats.
They need Maths and English, although not English how it is taught nowadays, and that's about it. They just don't realise it.
I agree that they should all be chucked out of school at about 12 and left to feck around until they realise what they want, THEN their education should start. At about 16-17. If not later. ;)
 
I got m@de to t@ke frog c@use eye w@snt clever enough to t@ke sp@nish :rolleyes:
eye h@ted it too, nev@ been to frogl@nd but st@yed in sp@in, le@rnt sp@nish from
writing in the s@nd from @ book when i got @ non english spe@king girl friend. :):)
I've said this before but it is worth repeating.
Spanish is easier than French, so that school's argument is total bollix.
But in those days being able to speak Frog was seen as being more posh than eSpanish. ;)
 

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