I always thought my education was largely a waste of time, but then social media came along. Now I know that school gave me and many of my age group some massive advantages over a lot of other people. I know what commas are and I have a reasonable idea of how to deploy them. I also have the weird ability to break up what I write into sentences instead of scribbling one long unpunctuated scrawl. What?s more I know that my sentences should have some sort of coherent structure. I know that sentences and proper nouns always start with capital letters. I know that with any piece of writing it?s usually best to start at the beginning, and then do the middle bit, and then add the ending, rather than start with a load of incomprehensible blather about the emotional consequences of an event and then give at best a vague account of the event itself. I can?t spell for toffee, but I do know I should take notice when the computer underlines a word in red, and I also know that ?color?, ?favorite?, and ?behavior? are actually foreign words and should never be used. Thank you Mrs Boyd (née Beveridge), Miss Ecclestone, Mr Leech (the bloodsucker), Miss Whitehouse, Mr Leary, Mr ?Dinky? Dalton, Mrs Holman, and Mr ?Chopper? Akehurst. Between you, you did a great job. But I wonder: were you the last of your kind?
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