The lack of English Grammar.
During all of the time I have been
writing stories I have had one major problem, English grammar. My English
Grammar is not really up to standard. I will never admit that it was down to my
not listening in the class, because that was something I always did. Due to
something taking place as a child, I was deprived of schooling from a five year
old until I was almost seven.
The Devils Dyke Sussex
Those eighteen months to two years even at
that young age are very hard to catch up on. I would even go as far as to say
that although I caught up on most subjects before I left school at fifteen, I
was still two years behind in English Grammar.
There are many reasons this had taken
place, and the first being the amount of time allotted on the subject in
school. The criteria between the years 1954 – 1962/3 was very different from
the one used today in English schools. There were only then six hours of
schooling per day = thirty per week. I will now try and break that down to what
took place.
Three hours sports. Three hours of art. Three
hours of woodwork/ metalwork. Three hours of science. Two hours of geography. Two
hours of history. Three hours of maths. Two hours of religious education. Two
and a half hours of morning assembly. Two and a half hours of morning breaks. One
hour a week Physical Education.
This left three hours left for two
periods of the life and blood of England....English Grammar. I mean no
disrespect to the teachers now, but then they were not up to standard. It was
not their fault, because most of the good and developed teachers had lost their
lives during WW11 while fighting for Queen and country.
An example of the teachers I had. My woodwork teacher was an ex submariner that for no apparent reason
would go into fits of trembling, that sometimes lasted the whole of the three
hour lesson. He was also slightly deaf due to continued depth charging of his
boat. We knew this because he explained during one lesson when he was trembling
so much he could not teach us.
The science teacher was an ex decorated bomber
pilot, who would set the class a task. He had then been known to look at the
clouds through the window for the rest of the lesson. I looked at his facial
expressions one lesson for almost half an hour. I am not sure what he was thinking,
but it was not very nice. During these times the class would not play up, and
give him his space.
There were very few female teachers, and
the ones I had were only just out of college. I have written about this in
another post, but the fact was there were far too many subjects to learn in so
few hours of the week.
Chequers Buckinghamshire
I was in a C grade which was slightly
below average. This never helped me in any way because those with me in that
same grade had not missed the two years of education that I had. It was as if
because you failed the 11+ test there was a stamp placed on your head saying, “Basic
working class with no ambition.” This invisible stamp meant to the teachers, just teach the basics, because they these children do not have the brain to comprehend the
intricacies of education. Yes it is a harsh assumption, but I am in no doubt
that it was in the back of a few of the teachers minds.
In my penultimate year at school my
father moved jobs and I moved schools. I was still in the C grade, but the
school was new. It had teachers with advanced ideas of how to teach the C
grades. The criteria was different, and they had more time to teach those
lagging behind, Unfortunately in my case it was too much too fast with my
English Grammar brain cells still lagging by two years.
Anne Hathaway's Cottage
I don’t hold a grudge against those
teachers that were fighting an up-hill battle trying to teach me. I do place the
blame at my father’s feet, because it was he that caused me to lose those two
years of my life. Who also in his ignorance denied me the same help with my
schoolwork that he gave my older brother. I had to fight on my own at school for every bit of my
extra tuition from my teachers, where others had received it as their right.
Shakespear's Birthplace
The lack of English Grammar knowledge
has not impaired my ability to go forward in life. I am a writer of stories
with a mind full of information, and fantasies. I have an imagination that
allows me while writing my stories to ride at the side of, Hippolyta Queen of
the Amazons fighting the Hun. It allows me into the outer world to watch,
Marina, Battle warrior to the Gods, as she wars with the bad and wickedly evil
gods that threaten the realms.
What I don’t have in English Grammar and
letters of education behind my name. I have replaced with the gift of
imagination, and fantasies with the knowledge of how to put it to writing. The
latter are gifts that cannot be taught in any school. I believe that if a
person is short of something in life, fate takes a hand and replaces it with a gift
of similar value.
I have a person that checks the English
Grammar in my stories, who then corrects the mistakes for me. I am in no doubt
that if I advertised for a person to do the same work I would be inundated with
calls. However, there is only one person with my imagination and stories, which
makes me unique among many.
Be well Ian
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