Education Struggle Part 2 : Primary school mayhem
In keeping with struggle Friday, here's the long and rambling second installment of the education struggle. In my early years I was one of those rambunctious kids, when other kids walked I ran, when they ran I flew. I was an energizer bunny on steroids, which unfortunately meant that someone would get hurt in the carnage that ensued. Usually I would inflict damage on myself, either I’d fall of a tree or fall into a hole, a swimming pool, smash into a pole, get traditionally disciplined for dropping a glass plate (whipped!), run into a wall or a braai (barbeque) stand. But on rare occasions an innocent bystander would get caught in the crossfire, yes even in childhood there is collateral damage. I started primary school in 1993 in the second term because I loved kindergarten too much; they fed us nice cookies there (I just realised that 1993 was 20 years ago, damn! I am getting old). Kindergarten was the shit! Even though I don’t even remember what it was named. It was ...