I started school before I was 4.
I left school at 18.
I was 10 during the winter of 1962 when there was snow on the ground for months.
Winters were much more severe when I was young than now. We didn't have double glazing and I often woke up to fronds of frost patterning inside and out of my bedroom window.
Yet never in all that school time was my school closed for the weather. When I was at grammar school and it was three miles away across town and the buses stopped running you just walked to school. When I was at junior school and the heating broke down we just wore our coats and anything else we'd got. You didn't get a day off. Never as in zero times.
Christ, now I switch on the news and I feel like my own grandad, or Charles Dickens, whose first eight Christmases were white. I'm shouting, "Open the school, it's miles more fun if it snows." But somebody might throw a snowball, oh no the equivalent of a North Korean missile test over the Sea of Japan. Let's sever all transport links now.
Am I the only one who remembers slides on the pavement? Sometimes you could get them really long and they'd last until some busybody came out and gave you a lecture about old people and poured salt on a great day.
Teachers, it's your job to walk into school. Get that heating on and don't go clearing the playground or cancelling playtime. And you might give some thought to the learning opportunities in a single snowflake.
I left school at 18.
I was 10 during the winter of 1962 when there was snow on the ground for months.
Winters were much more severe when I was young than now. We didn't have double glazing and I often woke up to fronds of frost patterning inside and out of my bedroom window.
Yet never in all that school time was my school closed for the weather. When I was at grammar school and it was three miles away across town and the buses stopped running you just walked to school. When I was at junior school and the heating broke down we just wore our coats and anything else we'd got. You didn't get a day off. Never as in zero times.
Christ, now I switch on the news and I feel like my own grandad, or Charles Dickens, whose first eight Christmases were white. I'm shouting, "Open the school, it's miles more fun if it snows." But somebody might throw a snowball, oh no the equivalent of a North Korean missile test over the Sea of Japan. Let's sever all transport links now.
Am I the only one who remembers slides on the pavement? Sometimes you could get them really long and they'd last until some busybody came out and gave you a lecture about old people and poured salt on a great day.
Teachers, it's your job to walk into school. Get that heating on and don't go clearing the playground or cancelling playtime. And you might give some thought to the learning opportunities in a single snowflake.