School

I loved school. It was a place to go, to get away from the noise of everybody yelling in all the apartments.

And there were so many neat things there.

I had a place of my own there, too. My desk when I was in elementary school. And my locker when I was in high school.

I can hardly wait to go to college.

I learned English at school and I hope my teachers did a god job.

Are you able to understand me? I hope so.

And I've never been to England, America, Canada or a country where english is spoken.

I hated school, until I got the age when the sharp tongue became mightier than the fist.

Like Rimmer, I also hated school until I learned that the spoken word could be mightier than the sword. I learned to flatten all opposition whith a few quiet words and developed a reputation for quick wit that had even my teachers fearful of dealing with me.
School it never was for me but more like a forced internment. I learned little of use in the real world.

Primary school rocked, like nothing else.

Secondary school was full of crap people and I had to wear a blazer.

University is killing me, but I wouldn't swap it for the world!

School is starting up in a few day. It will be the young ones first day; as she enters kindergarten. This is only the beginning of at least thirteen years of government propaganda.