Were you given a star at school for good work? a smiley face, very good or well done was a perk I took all of these smiley faces into my soul guaranteed for life to sustain my future role
Remember how art caught you out - I made a mess and yet disaster was suddenly made good - more or less now, woodwork led me to a great cutting edge being allowed to take home my work was a privilege
metalwork taught me that flux was softer than butter the words that arose within me - if only I could utter mathematics made me figure things out - nothing I would lack but when the master saw my red socks - he said: 'Get to the back.'
Then there was English - the best language to swear in, such great enlightenment and depth will never come again