Memories of my Schooldays
When I read the recent article by my friend and fellow Nottingham Blogger Ian Timothy on the Market Square Lions, I started to reminisce about earlier times and somehow ended with my schooldays. A lot of good teachers have left the profession due to new rulings that say that a child must learn something every fifteen minutes. Now anyone with children will know that this is ridiculous, children learnt at their own speed. you cannot force feed a child with knowledge, it is just not practical.
I was fortunate, I had teachers with flair and individuality, the two things that the current system makes no allowance for, I have a passion for History mainly due to one man. My teacher Mr Mac, I forget the rest of his name, we always knew him as Mac or Mr.Mac, he was a tall very military looking Scot, thinning hair, florid complexion and a neatly trimmed moustache. He looked like he might have been an R.S.M. in a Scots Regiment, we all thought he would be a strict disciplinarian, but were we in for a surprise.
He said I’m Mr.Mac… but you can call me Mac, then he turned to the blackboard and wrote 54B.C. Julius Caesar invaded Britain, we all looked and thought …erm ok, then to our amazement at the side of his statement Mac started to draw matchstick men Lowry style but fighting with spears and shields. He would write probably six statements at a time on the blackboard accompanied by the appropriate illustrations. After that first lesson he had us in the palm of his hand, we were entranced, history suddenly became everyone’s favourite lesson, because we had a teacher with flair.
Mr.Mac’s method of teaching although it gave results would be frowned upon nowadays, and that in itself is a criminal waste.