Bitch on the Blog

May 30, 2014


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Sweethearts, cry with me.

Just found some old school reports in quest to bring order to chaos.

Whilst ‘behaviour’ was consistently marked as “Very Good”, ‘participation during lesson time’ as “interested, but too quiet”. You wouldn’t believe it, would you? I know when to hold horses and unleash dogs.

My low point no doubt the year which shall remain unnumbered when I scored so low in English and Physics even I find it hard to believe: “Her efforts in English are barely noticeable”. Fahrenheit plummeting. The same year the sky was my limit in Latin. For my sins I have spent most my adult life in England, not in ancient Rome.




  1. I was a small child of the 60s
    All I got
    ” must try harder”

    Comment by John going gently — May 30, 2014 @ 21:44 | Reply

    • That is such a rubbish comment “Must try harder”. Maybe teachers should try harder.

      I don’t know, John. This minute I feel like lesson 6 (just after midday), starving, and half asleep. Which is why I thought it quite unfair, to both teacher and pupils. that geography was on the timetable when we were at our lowest.

      Anyway, Calcutta – Ganges, Paris – Seine, and somewhere in Spain you’ll find the Ebro. If you’d like to know how many countries and in which order the Donau flows through please google or contain your curiosity.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 31, 2014 @ 18:55 | Reply

  2. My English was poor also.

    Comment by Looney — May 31, 2014 @ 00:31 | Reply

    • What do you mean, Looney: “Also”? I thought English was what were you were weened on. So no excuses.

      Still, it’s the hilarity of my life that I ended up in the country the language of which I least enjoyed. Though do love it now. Imagine I’d fallen in love with Putin.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 31, 2014 @ 18:59 | Reply

  3. Much better than what I got mostly Ursula, ‘Hopeless’. That seems to be the conclusion of most people around me about me even now.

    Comment by rummuser — May 31, 2014 @ 00:58 | Reply

    • “Hopeless” is good, Ramana. Can’t quite recollect what they had to say about Einstein but, unlike Edison, he sure was no shining light in the classroom.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 31, 2014 @ 19:00 | Reply

  4. Ancient Rome’s lose would be our gain methinks.

    “If David spent less time trying to entertain his classmates………..”
    No wonderthat,as a teacher,. I was so succesful understanding and dealing with the equivalent in my classes. I did the jokes, they didn’t stad a chance.

    Comment by magpie11 — May 31, 2014 @ 11:41 | Reply

  5. I was a smart, but shy,student as well. I blushed deep red whenever called upon by the teacher. Very traumatic…

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — May 31, 2014 @ 14:03 | Reply

    • I wasn’t shy. I just knew when I had to contribute something and when it would be two sheets to the wind.

      By the same token, and the mind boggles, I got many reprimands as to being Ms Chatterbox (to the person sitting next to me). I’d be sent out of the room. How that helps one’s education is anyone’s guess. Never mind. My memory so much better than missing ten or fifteen minutes here or there.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 31, 2014 @ 19:05 | Reply

  6. My reports at prep school were excellent, mainly because the teaching was excellent. My reports at boarding school were dreadful, mainly because the teaching was dreadful. There was no lack of application on my part. I remember studying obsessively for O Level Chemistry but failing it anyway.

    Comment by nick — May 31, 2014 @ 22:09 | Reply

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