but they went to such cool places!
or so it seemed to my 7-year-old brain. those books improved my reading so much that i got detention for reading a jackie collins book when i was 8 ;)
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Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:34,
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I remember my second
English literature class at my new grammar school ( I was just 12 ). We were told it would be Tolkien's 'Hobbit' that year so I turned up with my own cloth-eared copy and was able to read almost verbatim without reference when called upon. Boy, I was one unpopular cunt in my first years of school.
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Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:37,
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It's comforting to find the small things that remain unchanged, isn't it?
*runs for it*
Edit: This is pretty fucking pointless if you don't chase me, spoilsport.
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Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:41,
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*runs for it*
Edit: This is pretty fucking pointless if you don't chase me, spoilsport.
I'll have my mate pass you the same
note that I passed to flowerpot in the playground.
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Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:55,
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Yeah, know the feeling
I learned to read before I started school and had worked my way through all but the simplest of their books. I still wasn't allowed to take my own books in though.
Twunts :(
I remember doing a school assembly where I took all my Blyton books in, and even a report when I first started high school
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Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:39,
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Twunts :(
I remember doing a school assembly where I took all my Blyton books in, and even a report when I first started high school
we were given kevin the kitten books
i could read them in 5 minutes. there was nothing that made me laugh more than seeing a kid having to bookmark the page they were up to at the end of the day!
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Mon 11 Feb 2008, 0:43,
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I remember
learning about 'odes' and composition in primary school. ( I was about 11 ) and after one night where I kind of sleepily composed a story about a boy who had his arm ripped off by a lion on a trip to the zoo I sat down and wrote it. My teachers were amazed by it ( I wish I still had that as well as my short story 'Bonzer Bill and the return of the passing yutipolker '). So much so that it was printed large and made into a framed poster that all could see in the vestibule of the school.
Oh I was an unpopular cunt in my last days of primary school.
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Mon 11 Feb 2008, 1:01,
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Oh I was an unpopular cunt in my last days of primary school.