Was it considered a bad school? No. However, was it a bad school? Yes.
My secondary school had wonderful reviews from inspectors, but inspections can be incredibly deceiving. I consider OFSTED inspections to sometimes be a test that shows how well a school can act, rather than how good a school actually is. Which is fitting considering my school specialised in the arts.
Also, my primary school education wasn't great either. It was actually worse than my time at Secondary, because at Primary there was a lot of negligence by the teachers, and for a large part of the day we were left unattended. In year 6, we were often expected to take care of the younger years, whilst the teachers left the school (looking back...it was probably to go the pub or something) and not the entirety of year 6 either, five or so students were chosen each time during break and lunch to look after the younger years.
Three of us usually watched the receptions, and the other two looked after the year 1's. The strange thing is, at the time it never seemed unusual to me, because that's just what we were used to. It wasn't uncommon for there to be certain times where there were absolutely no teachers in the school premises. Year 6 had to act like teachers sometimes in an attempt to bring back some order.
I remember my dad bringing me back from the dentist, and him being appalled to find that there was only one member of staff in the entire school (we checked the staff-room, classrooms, playground...nothing) and they were a dinner lady. My dad asked her where they all were, and in a calm uncaring tone she just shrugged, then continued cleaning the floor.
During my time there, I was sent to the school's therapist. She ended up having a mental breakdown in front of me, and I didn't know what to do. They told me that I needed therapy because I "thought outside the box too much" and that "it will teach you to make more logical connections".
It turned out that the connections I made did make sense, but they were not inherently obvious to others.
Sometimes, I would forget to stop and explain my thought process, since what I saw as obvious was sometimes difficult for others to follow, so they just presumed I was crazy. When I took the time to explain the connections I would make to others, (which was always a pain because connections that felt almost automatic in my brain had to be explained to others in a lot of detail in order for them to understand what I meant) they would understand and often agree with me.
That is, everyone except my therapist. She would get mad when I gave answers she didn't like, and one day she started yelling because I said a different answer to the one that was on her sheet. That was the day where they had a mental breakdown in front of me. I don't think it was just me that led them to have a breakdown, and it certainly wasn't my intention to annoy her in any way.
To this day I wonder what exactly caused her to breakdown like that. Surely, it wasn't just the answer, right?
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