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Someone must have had some time on their hands. Opossum Bay Beach. January 2011.

Christ almighty, we’re ankle deep into February already. In barely eighteen [18!!!] more days, my oldest – and loudest – beautiful boy will begin his journey through the Tasmanian educational system. Yes, the time for Kindergarten has arrived!

While I am certain that Henry will enjoy, and indeed flourish in the new environment, I do fear for the welfare of his teacher. He’s a bright boy, but headstrong. Firm of opinion (and even firmer of resolve), I suspect that he will attempt a classroom putsch!

Be warned.

Whatever happens, he’ll be sure to have an easier time of it than I did, Why, my school was so rough we had our own coroner!

Which leads me to today’s Sunday Top Five; [In Chronological Order] My Top Five Educational Institutions That I Have Attended!


When I look at that list of schools, it seems remarkably thin. If you’ve made it this far how many did you attend? Who holds the record?


Shacks morphing into houses. Opossum Bay Beach. January 2011.

Comments

Roddy said…
Wouldn't it be great to have your own lighthouse in the backyard?
Anonymous said…
I might beat your schools record. 1 primary, 1 secondary, 5 universities (whoops) (one of which I now work with, tutoring distance-learning). And the university of life, obviously. Also I currently have a job application in with another uni.

And I still think, whenever I start a new establishment, "they're going to find me out". All that education, no guarantee of common sense or intellect.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it would keep you up at night. Better to be IN the lighthouse.

Jackie, FIVE unis? Crikey Moses! You must running up one hell of a debt!

;D
smudgeon said…
I just countet 10 schools where I was a student. To my knowledge, at least 3 of them no longer exist...
Kris McCracken said…
Me, you must be cursed/blessed!

To be fair, my understanding is that Upper Burnie Primary is set to be merged with two others next year…

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