I thoroughly loved my primary school. It was small, cosy, the teachers were kind but firm and I excelled at art, music and maths. Mr McCormack read me stories, and Mrs Gallagher was an inspiration. Secondary school was big, tough, clinical and elitist. I was invisible. I survived it, but Mrs Donnelly helped.

I became a teacher myself and went to work at the Secondary school I’d endured. It was lovely and the staff, many of whom who had taught me, were fabulous. I taught mainly art, but also maths, Design Technology, and IT.

I loved being a teacher. I was always playing the fool, yet absolutely razor focussed on teaching them the best I could. I had come from the same background as many of my pupils – dirt poor and working class. I could relate. I understood when they were having a bad day, gave them space, and was supportive. And yet, I knew they had to learn. Education was the best chance they had to get themselves out of poverty. Despite criticism that I was soft on kids, I was actually quite strict in class. I insisted on having everyone’s attention when I taught and was fastidious about homework and producing their best work.

School is performance based these days, and I’m proud to say my results were outstanding. I worked hard and did well and I love the many many cards I was given over the years. Some of my pupils are friends now and have families of their own. Some even come to me to help their kids through school. Yes, all in all, I did ok.