I could have done.
The Headmaster, Mr Redwood.
He pulled me into his office and said, your father is in commerce so you won't be doing Woodwork or Metalwork with all the boys. You are going with the girls and doing Typing & Shorthand. One Boy, 29 Girls! The typewriters were manual with a carriage return and the shorthand was Pitman Script. You'll have to Google what carriage return and Pitman Script is
Mr Redwood... Thank you Sir. When computers came along... I could already type!
Mr Brooks, Mr Andrews, Mr and Mrs Allison, Mr Taylor, Mr Holt, Mr Wright, Mr Morris et al. Sorry.
I'm ashamed at how little notice I gave to my lessons.
They took their time so I could waste it. Unforgivable.
When I left Breightmet School with my last report, like the dickhead I was, I tore it up and through it down a grid.
Now, at 65 years old, how much would I pay to have that precious piece of my life in my hand?
I feel better now having told them I'm sorry.
I've done alright, but what could I have been if I'd have listened?