The Old School ...
Lillåns södra
Lillåns södra is a nice little red painted school a few hundred metres from our home. As far as I remember, I liked it there most of the time. Classes one and two, we had an older teacher, but for class 3 we got a younger one because some elements of our class was more than the first teacher could take. Those were the days when your biggest problems were learning the clock and to tie your shoelaces properly, and people in class 8 still seemed old. The beginning of class 4 meant a move up to ...
Which is the big and somewhat northern brother of Lillåns södra. I think I liked classes 4 to 6 pretty much, with the general exception of the handicraft subject. It's never been a favourite for me ...
This time, things felt right from the start (a nice change I can tell you ;-). People were suitably humorous and computer interested for my taste, a light year from my previous class where most people snarled at the first mention of a computer game. The food was also substantially better, as were many teachers. Worst thing was probably all these stairways, a popular thing to complain about. When all buildings have four storeys, there are a lot of steps to walk up and down every day ... German interest dwindled to bottom levels and stayed there, any work on the subject being put at the bottom of the ever-increasing "to do"-pile. During classes 11 and 12, that pile at times got disturbingly large. Sometimes it really felt better to be in school than at home, because when you were in school you didn't feel bad about all the homework you had to do. Science is supposed to be something like to most homework-intensive line, an image our class did lots to remove. The question "Have you done that and that yet?" very often had an answer along the lines of "Nah, it's for tomorrow, isn't it?", and that wasn't just among those who got low marks in the end ... Work moral is a wonderful thing :-) ...
Lillåns skola
The beginning of class 7 changed a lot. It meant a move to a different part of the school and a whole new class, in which I never felt as home as in my previous (or my later for that matter) class. It felt wrong from the start, perhaps I wasn't very much in favor of changes at the time. Things would probably have been different if I had been a bit more open, but that's easy to say now of course. I started studying German, a point which marked the peak of my interest for the language ... An interesting note is that a lot of people (perhaps ten or more) quit German for other subjects after the first year. General interest in that language wasn't too high either ... Anyway, after three years I graduated with surprisingly high marks, the increase during the last term was 0,4, from 3,8 to 4,2 on the 1 to 5 scale. I had, with some doubts, chosen to continue my studies on the Science line at the Rudbecksskolan. It proved a good choice ...
Rudbecksskolan
