I spent a half-hour yesterday musing about what might have been if a particular decision had not been made in late-February, 1951 at Corrimal Primary School. At that time the headmaster of the school decided that I didn't fit into the class where I had been placed (I think it was Year 2) and 'promoted' me to Year 3. Maybe I was too tall, although I remember there were a couple of tall Dutch kids who towered over me and they stayed where they were. I like to think it was because I could read well for my age. After all, I had a couple of years of the Scottish education system under my belt and that was regarded as the best in the world.
I did all right in primary school although I was younger than most of the other kids but the troubles started in High School where I found that being among the youngest students was no advantage. I left school in 1959 with a scholarship to study at Wagga Teachers' College, and the marks to get me into university but there was no way I had the maturity to take up either of those options.
So I ended up at Hills Buses. I often think how my life might have been different if it had been decided to keep me in Grade 2 at Corrimal Primary. But, I suppose it's turned out all right.
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