Slightly off topic Bill, but …
One subject surplus to requirements was my earliest wake-up call. It was soon to follow my 11+ failure. The specific moment was when I became partly responsibility for the breakage of two 12" wooden rules.
Clenched together in her fist, Miss Pickford swung them down hard while the knuckles of my left hand got in the way. Both pieces of wood broke in two. Cleverly, she avoided my ‘write’ hand, although clearly, she was unaware of sweet spots, angular velocity, the distribution of mass, or even fibre strength.
The reason for my involvement … ?
I was a dreamer, and during an arithmetic exercise of long division (of Lsd*) having, in contemplation, chewed most of the wood off my pen, I had completed just one ‘sum’ for the whole morning. Where had the time (and tasty wood) gone?
Did such common vehemence of the day guide me later in life when I was awarded “Fellow of Institutes X & Y”?
Sam
(*) Pounds, shillings, and pence.
Edited By Sam Stones on 22/07/2019 02:09:27