Look At School Now - Nathan Wood

As time goes by in the school, classes shrink with the absence of the sick or lazy. Slowly, the uniform shows tints of multicoloured T-shirts waiting underneath the jumper to be released at the end of the day.

Homework is done in different ways, done, copied, printed, cut and pasted, half done, nearly done, one line done or not done.

A fun lesson now would be doing word searches and colouring in on an end of term day while any other day would involve copying paragraph two, four and seven from a graffiti ridden text book as the teacher looks over us wishing he had a long cane and a mortar board to show how teaching should be done.

Even break time has changed from the merry jumpers for goal posts, hide and seek, Billy I Do and Red Rover to trying to breathe in the second-hand smoke infested air and heading to the nearest radiator in the library.

At least trips to the local farm or blacksmith have ended, spending the morning walking two by two ready to board the ark of school trips. Mountains of sketches of the nearest sheep, followed by little Billy Wilkins getting caned for stealing an egg.

Now, one week of drawing cubes and spirals during Maths is replaced with Miss Beth screaming her head off half way to the top of a cliff, Mr Taylor buried in snow and sleeping bag races at three a clock in the morning. Bliss.

Sometimes its painful to sit and listen to a man tell how he got to design an album cover for Status Quo or sit on three foot stools listening to the wonderful would of atoms for an hour and five minutes. Give me drawing impossible triangle and singing lyrics to Green Day while my friend does the guitar tune any day.

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