Um...Probably Mr Stephens. He was the first young male teacher I had and he was into rugby, like my daddy. He caught me helping my friend on a test and ripped up my test paper, which I think made me cry, but I'm sure it taught me cheating was wrong. I once told him in a completely innocent child-like way that my father was either in work or the pub, to which he replied, "Is your father an alcoholic?" I was seven and didn't really know what an alcoholic was. For the record my father wasn't then and isn't now. Mr Stephens asked the tough questions exactly the same as he asked the easy ones. I liked that.

English. Like it was ever going to be anything else with me? I adored English. And I loved all the Macbeth stuff as well.

I did not attend uni. I didn't even attend college. Family stuff happened. And then by the time that was over college and uni seemed like something other people did, you know, the normal ones. So, no, I never went.

I have to be thrown in at the deep end, splash around drowning like a fool and then find my feet, either will a little help or by myself. Not that I like it very much but it's how I work at my best. I hate people telling me what to do. I can work it out for myself, thanks.

Education as in schooling? No. I left at sixteen and haven't looked back. I think life is educational enough. Bits of paper are needed if you want to be a doctor or something like that, but if you just want to live a quote-unquote normal life then I think you're better off out of a classroom and experiencing life.

I don't think I know six people who read this blog and have a blog/journal of their own so I don't think I can technically do that. So whoever wants to: do it.

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