Has the World Education System failed me?

My personal observations, following my story, “Are World Education Systems Failing?”, posted yesterday.

I lived and was brought up in a small South Wales hamlet of some 200 souls. If readers know anything about Wales, they will appreciate how closed such a small community can be. Everyone gossips about everyone else, behind their backs. It’s a defence mechanism in a country that has been subjugated by England for centuries. Gossiping is the Welsh way that relieves that tension. And the English cannot stop it.

The Church school which I attended from age 5 to 11.
St Brides Major School, the Church school which I attended from age 5 to 11.

I had previously been at a larger primary school in Bridgend, some 5 miles away. My stay there was for only about 4 months. I can’t recollect much about my short time there, other than being told by a teacher that we should keep away from the older boys. The reasoning for that instruction was not clear to me at the time. I could only guess, much later, that it was because there had been reports of sexual harassment.

In any case, my parents decided that they would transfer me to the smaller and more protective school of St. Brides Major. The parents of my best friend, Johnny Illsley, must have thought the same. Johnny was sent directly to St Brides as soon as he was of age to join the infants class.

You can read how that friendship developed and how he inherited his grandfather’s wealth and power in my true story, “The True Story of a Welsh Godfather”.

Like in Thai society, you are taught from an early age to accept what your elders, teachers, and “betters” say. Being a Church school, St Brides did not teach comparative religions or alternative theories of evolution. But it did not suppress thinking or questioning. Life in the school was basic, no frills or comforts.

The school’s only primitive toilet. The contents seeped into the earth after flushing at the end of the school day.
The school’s only primitive toilet. The contents seeped into the earth after the headmaster, Boss Williams, flushed it at the end of the school day.

Bridgend Boys’ Grammar School could not have been more different. 600 boys, 15 university graduate teachers, two with masters degrees and one with a doctorate. All teaching their own specialist subject, all wearing their academic robes. Discipline was strict and there wasn’t the friendly family atmosphere of St Brides School, where there were only three classrooms, and four teachers, Boss Williams, his wife, and two others. It was like moving to another planet. But it was strong on giving pupils knowledge and encouraging them to discover, think, debate, and question.

Bridgend Boys Grammar School
Bridgend Boys Grammar School. Rugby was compulsory. Football was forbidden. Boys bringing in a football would have the ball confiscated and destroyed.

At 18, I went to the University of Wolverhampton to read for an honours degree in Business and Management. Although the main subjects were Economics, Accounting, and Law, we were grounded in sociology of business, logic, scientific method, marketing, and several other relevant subjects.
One term in each year was spent, in an industrial or commercial company, putting into practice what we had learned in class. We were treated like adults. The professors and lecturers prefaced our names with Mister or Miss!

It now has several campuses, but in my day, much teaching was done in rented accommodation because of lack of space in the main building. Not ideal, as you miss a lot by not socialising and integrating with students from other countries and academic disciplines.

The University of Wolverhampton
The University of Wolverhampton.

Because it was not a campus university, most of us lodged at an ex-prisoner of war camp some 5 miles away. There was a bar, a TV room, and a dance hall, but not much else. Many students went home for weekends.

It’s one claim to fame, or notoriety, was that Sir Anthony Blunt, the Russian spy, had taught there when it was a teacher training college for Malaysian students!

Brinsford Lodge, Featherstone. 5 miles from the university.
Brinsford Lodge, Featherstone. 5 miles from the university.

I well remember my first night at Brinsford. I turned the radio on, and this song was playing. Type this link into your browser window.

(5055) The Animals — We Gotta Get Out Of This Place (Live, 1965) UPGRADE ♫♥ — YouTube

My formal education ended with a doctorate at the University of Lancaster. My specialism was social anthropology. After retiring to Thailand, I was able to augment my research with first-hand observations and conversations with Thais, ranging from the poor to the wealthy and powerful, from workers in the rice fields and construction sites to the captains of industry. In a very real sense, I had graduated to the University of Life.

You can read many of my published books on Amazon and on a website called Books2Read. This is the link which will take you to details of each book and how you can purchase a copy. https://books2read.com/Matt Owens Rees/

I also publish short stories, such as this one, on Substack.com and on my website, www.MattOwensRees.com

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MattOwensRees writer on Thai culture and lifestyle
MattOwensRees writer on Thai culture and lifestyle

Written by MattOwensRees writer on Thai culture and lifestyle

I'm a published author on Thai events and how Thais live under feudalism, and other subjects. I publish on Substack and on my website, www.MattOwensRees.com

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