School reports - how were yours?

My reports are so boring. I did the work, but I was quiet. They never had anything personal in there at all. I just kept myself invisible.

The best way for sure. The louder you are the more attention you get. I preferred to be on my own. 

I hid in the art room at lunchtime in high school.  

I don't think I even bothered to disguise it after a while. A thing which was even worse than being picked last was having to do the picking! I'd picky my friend and then get her advice on who to pick.

Ha, yes! I ran from the ball too. Or rather disguised evasion as an inefficient attempt to get *to* it. Being picked last for teams was very understandable, everyone knew I was hopeless and uninvested in competitive point-scoring. 

Those sounds really good!  Clay is heavy, yes, but there are some great yarns available.  

I have some very fond memories of going with my mother into wool shops and remnant houses, plus with both parents and my sister to Durham covered in market to look at all the craft materials.  

These add a real richness to life, I think, plus they are a sensory delight.  :)

I do in a way. One of them was a giant soft sculpture cactus I sewed. A couple of years ago I crocheted some cacti, so not very different! Some of my crochet projects are fun and eccentric. The clay I do miss, but it would be hard on my arthritic hands now. But yarn does give me a good outlet. I am thinking of crocheting a unicorn hat or hood, that would be fun!

I quite like the unmade bed.  But maybe you could do some small scale eccentric sculptures?  Of course, they'd have the potential to develop into full scale projects later on, space permitting, but it seems a shame for those ideas to be lost.  Maybe there is something in the process of planning and designing that can feed your soul?  There must surely be an outlet for you.  Even if it's in a child-like way.  And yes, I do need to make the child within feel happier, that's true.  

Oh do pick up your art supplies and play with them! Make that child that was once you happy!

I do play with yarn sometimes, or sewing and a little bit of calligraphy now and then. My worsening eyesight is not helping though.

As for the huge eccentric sculptures, fun as they were I am sure my husband would be horrified! Where would they go in the house? It is messy enough already! Maybe I should try and claim the mess is an art installation... like the unmade bed?

Yes, I made similar choices and felt that creative - academic tension too.  I found that the further I got through my education the more pressure was piled onto the academic side.  And, although I felt out of place and in many ways blocked, the need to conform academically and also to escape childhood poverty prevailed.  So I later trained as an accountant and the creative, arty kid in me was suppressed.  At the time I had the distinct thought that being an artist was associated with struggling and poverty and I wanted no more of that.  But now it's like a knife being turned when I see others with successful online art businesses.  

Still, it's good to have encouraging parents as many don't and this makes a huge difference in itself.  Maybe it also creates the foundations on which to rebuild later in life too?  I haven't picked up my arty stuff again either but I think the hope remains and I actually have some art materials in the corner of this very room.  I wonder how it would feel to get back into it now?  Maybe you'd have to start in a very small way - doodles or a bit of "stimmy" plastercine and the like - and see whether the artist in you will come out and take up full residence again?     

Clever! And probably kept you warm in winter. My classmates probably would have preferred if I had skived, obviously nobody wanted me on their team.

Thinking about it I kind of wish I had skipped PE. My Mum would not have minded! Why did i think the rule that one had to attend unless sick or at the dentist (appointments always made for PE time of course!) had to be followed yet did not think I had to fully participate in the game or do what the teacher said?

I'm glad you managed to help your son get away with it! Although there are probably many lovely PE teachers my feeling is that there are also many who have quite problematic personalities.

I find there is a tension between my creative side and my academic side. I loved academia when i was there, love learning and research and understanding things. But there was a rigidity to it which did not suit me and I felt a bit stifled in a way. I do wonder what my life would have been like if I had pursued the arty option.

My mother was arty as well as academic, but my Dad not so much, although he has written two poems! But i definitely felt more encouraged into the academic side. They would of course have supported me if I had chosen art, but I lacked the confidence to go so far off piste as it were. In fact I did science from school even though I ended up doing medieval studies. I think it takes some of us longer to find out what really makes us excited rather than just being good at it and somewhat interested in it.

I could do more creative stuff now, but i don't. Why not? No idea. 

I played 'ball avoidance football', if you ran up and down and looked engaged, but did not actually touch the football, very little criticism was forthcoming. Of course my classmates knew not to pass the ball my way!

AuTriker said:

the gym teacher asked her if she was new in her final year.

Haha!  That actually indicates excellent and completely justifiable avoidance tactics in my view!  

i actually had a bit of a run in with the PE teacher on behalf of one of my sons.  they were very pushy about it and called an "important" meeting to discuss it, pointing out that it was compulsory, in line with a government ruling and something to do with the obesity problem.  Well, my son was very fit and wiry, built like a whippet ready to race, and I argued that this problem clearly didn't apply to him.  Moreover he got lots of exercise outside school and found the communical changing rooms difficult and awkward because of his acne at the time and I said it was all leading to mental health issues so it coulnd't be justified.  Well, they continued to argue about it so we just remained polite but then supported our son in remaining absent or disappearing into the school computer room when it was time for PE.  And we managed to get away with it until he left, thank goodness.  The PE teacher didn't like to be challenged though - wot a shame!

And no, PE is NOT essential.  I'd have much preferred your large and eccentric sculptures and this is exactly the sort of individual creativity and expression that a proper education system should be encouraging!  And when other pupils crowd around your desk to see your work then you know you're on to something that, with the right nurturing, could be a lifelong interest, if not career.  I just bet there'd have been an interest in your sculptures and later on a market for them - it'd be such a good niche in life!         

I really enjoyed art too, I sometimes wonder about having pursued that rather than academia. I used to love making large and eccentric sculptures. It must have been nice to be popular when you did all the portraits.

PE is hardly an essential school subject! Exercise is essential, but if one gets enough outside of school it is not needed. I barely participated anyway, but I think it was about a mile we walked to school and back every day, unless we got a lift. And back then kids used to run around outside a lot more. Maybe it is a more essential subject now and might be the only exercise many kids get. I was hopeless at team sports. I could have had the nickname Cinderella because I ran away from the ball!

It might have been useful if it had taught me how to warm up before exercise, but nothing useful like that. In fact, my school report for PE one year (which went into family legend!) was "the most effort she puts into this subject is changing in and out of her tracksuit!" Which was little enough effort once I realised the lack of school uniform meant I could basically wear my tracksuit all day! Haha.

I think the teacher was shocked how little my parents cared about that. They cared about academic subjects, but my Mum had basically skived PE for years from her school - the gym teacher asked her if she was new in her final year.

Yes the teacher can make all the difference. Most of mine were either good or OK, so I did fine but I could have done better. I cruised, not doing my homework, but could still do well in tests. That history was my worst grade because half of it was coursework projects rather than exams.

I really enjoyed art too, I sometimes wonder about having pursued that rather than academia. I used to love making large and eccentric sculptures. It must have been nice to be popular when you did all the portraits.

PE is hardly an essential school subject! Exercise is essential, but if one gets enough outside of school it is not needed. I barely participated anyway, but I think it was about a mile we walked to school and back every day, unless we got a lift. And back then kids used to run around outside a lot more. Maybe it is a more essential subject now and might be the only exercise many kids get. I was hopeless at team sports. I could have had the nickname Cinderella because I ran away from the ball!

It might have been useful if it had taught me how to warm up before exercise, but nothing useful like that. In fact, my school report for PE one year (which went into family legend!) was "the most effort she puts into this subject is changing in and out of her tracksuit!" Which was little enough effort once I realised the lack of school uniform meant I could basically wear my tracksuit all day! Haha.

I think the teacher was shocked how little my parents cared about that. They cared about academic subjects, but my Mum had basically skived PE for years from her school - the gym teacher asked her if she was new in her final year.

Yes the teacher can make all the difference. Most of mine were either good or OK, so I did fine but I could have done better. I cruised, not doing my homework, but could still do well in tests. That history was my worst grade because half of it was coursework projects rather than exams.

I don't think I even bothered to disguise it after a while. A thing which was even worse than being picked last was having to do the picking! I'd picky my friend and then get her advice on who to pick.

Ha, yes! I ran from the ball too. Or rather disguised evasion as an inefficient attempt to get *to* it. Being picked last for teams was very understandable, everyone knew I was hopeless and uninvested in competitive point-scoring. 

Those sounds really good!  Clay is heavy, yes, but there are some great yarns available.  

I have some very fond memories of going with my mother into wool shops and remnant houses, plus with both parents and my sister to Durham covered in market to look at all the craft materials.  

These add a real richness to life, I think, plus they are a sensory delight.  :)

I do in a way. One of them was a giant soft sculpture cactus I sewed. A couple of years ago I crocheted some cacti, so not very different! Some of my crochet projects are fun and eccentric. The clay I do miss, but it would be hard on my arthritic hands now. But yarn does give me a good outlet. I am thinking of crocheting a unicorn hat or hood, that would be fun!

I quite like the unmade bed.  But maybe you could do some small scale eccentric sculptures?  Of course, they'd have the potential to develop into full scale projects later on, space permitting, but it seems a shame for those ideas to be lost.  Maybe there is something in the process of planning and designing that can feed your soul?  There must surely be an outlet for you.  Even if it's in a child-like way.  And yes, I do need to make the child within feel happier, that's true.  

Oh do pick up your art supplies and play with them! Make that child that was once you happy!

I do play with yarn sometimes, or sewing and a little bit of calligraphy now and then. My worsening eyesight is not helping though.

As for the huge eccentric sculptures, fun as they were I am sure my husband would be horrified! Where would they go in the house? It is messy enough already! Maybe I should try and claim the mess is an art installation... like the unmade bed?

Yes, I made similar choices and felt that creative - academic tension too.  I found that the further I got through my education the more pressure was piled onto the academic side.  And, although I felt out of place and in many ways blocked, the need to conform academically and also to escape childhood poverty prevailed.  So I later trained as an accountant and the creative, arty kid in me was suppressed.  At the time I had the distinct thought that being an artist was associated with struggling and poverty and I wanted no more of that.  But now it's like a knife being turned when I see others with successful online art businesses.  

Still, it's good to have encouraging parents as many don't and this makes a huge difference in itself.  Maybe it also creates the foundations on which to rebuild later in life too?  I haven't picked up my arty stuff again either but I think the hope remains and I actually have some art materials in the corner of this very room.  I wonder how it would feel to get back into it now?  Maybe you'd have to start in a very small way - doodles or a bit of "stimmy" plastercine and the like - and see whether the artist in you will come out and take up full residence again?     

Clever! And probably kept you warm in winter. My classmates probably would have preferred if I had skived, obviously nobody wanted me on their team.

Thinking about it I kind of wish I had skipped PE. My Mum would not have minded! Why did i think the rule that one had to attend unless sick or at the dentist (appointments always made for PE time of course!) had to be followed yet did not think I had to fully participate in the game or do what the teacher said?

I'm glad you managed to help your son get away with it! Although there are probably many lovely PE teachers my feeling is that there are also many who have quite problematic personalities.

I find there is a tension between my creative side and my academic side. I loved academia when i was there, love learning and research and understanding things. But there was a rigidity to it which did not suit me and I felt a bit stifled in a way. I do wonder what my life would have been like if I had pursued the arty option.

My mother was arty as well as academic, but my Dad not so much, although he has written two poems! But i definitely felt more encouraged into the academic side. They would of course have supported me if I had chosen art, but I lacked the confidence to go so far off piste as it were. In fact I did science from school even though I ended up doing medieval studies. I think it takes some of us longer to find out what really makes us excited rather than just being good at it and somewhat interested in it.

I could do more creative stuff now, but i don't. Why not? No idea. 

I played 'ball avoidance football', if you ran up and down and looked engaged, but did not actually touch the football, very little criticism was forthcoming. Of course my classmates knew not to pass the ball my way!

AuTriker said:

the gym teacher asked her if she was new in her final year.

Haha!  That actually indicates excellent and completely justifiable avoidance tactics in my view!  

i actually had a bit of a run in with the PE teacher on behalf of one of my sons.  they were very pushy about it and called an "important" meeting to discuss it, pointing out that it was compulsory, in line with a government ruling and something to do with the obesity problem.  Well, my son was very fit and wiry, built like a whippet ready to race, and I argued that this problem clearly didn't apply to him.  Moreover he got lots of exercise outside school and found the communical changing rooms difficult and awkward because of his acne at the time and I said it was all leading to mental health issues so it coulnd't be justified.  Well, they continued to argue about it so we just remained polite but then supported our son in remaining absent or disappearing into the school computer room when it was time for PE.  And we managed to get away with it until he left, thank goodness.  The PE teacher didn't like to be challenged though - wot a shame!

And no, PE is NOT essential.  I'd have much preferred your large and eccentric sculptures and this is exactly the sort of individual creativity and expression that a proper education system should be encouraging!  And when other pupils crowd around your desk to see your work then you know you're on to something that, with the right nurturing, could be a lifelong interest, if not career.  I just bet there'd have been an interest in your sculptures and later on a market for them - it'd be such a good niche in life!