The Things You Are HAPPY About Thread.

[Alan]

Snacks!!!

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Losing my mind trying to place these. That flag looks like Romania (or Chad if I was really reaching) but I know enough to know 1) Romania doesn't translate to "Pagaminta" in Romanian, and 2) none of these appear to be cooked in rum, which literally every Romanian treat I've ever had was in one way or another.

 

[Elephant Pyjamas]

Oh, I assumed Poland.

Edit: can see it now, Latvia.

 

[leedswolf]

Oh, I assumed Poland.

Edit: can see it now, Latvia.

Lithuania...

 

[Deutsch Wolf]

I went to Queen Mary's Grammar. Some good, some bad. Wouldn't change it though as our local comp where my brother went (Sneyd) was fucking shit, to the point it's closed now.

ION managed to work both days this week and going to the office tomorrow. You can't break granite, throw whatever the fuck you like at me, it'll bounce off.

 

[catfishwolf]

Yeah think it depends on the school and the child. One of the biggest mistakes of my life was going to grammar school, hated it, really affected my self confidence. My brother went to the same school and did well.

I'm a grammar school kid as well. With hindsight, and being a teacher now, it was the worst place for me. I'd probably have thrived if I'd stayed with my mates at a comp, and got just as good results. I know for sure that having the name of my school on my CV opened the door to my first career, but I'm not sure that makes up for all of the other issues it's created / exacerbated.

I asked my girls, when they were 9 or 10, if they'd like to do the 11-plus. Both said no, and it was never mentioned again. They've both been really happy at the secondary school that I should have gone to.

 

[leedswolf]

A "Polish/Latvian" beer to wash down the snacks ...

 

[Tyrannosaurus Dan]

I went to Queen Mary's Grammar. Some good, some bad. Wouldn't change it though as our local comp where my brother went (Sneyd) was fucking shit, to the point it's closed now.

ION managed to work both days this week and going to the office tomorrow. You can't break granite, throw whatever the fuck you like at me, it'll bounce off.

That’s the grammar school my son has just got in to for September.