I need to exocise the spirit of St Margarets from myself...
Yep..I have a confession to make..I spent the formative years of my life in St Margarets Primary school...and it has taken me years to get over it:-)
A little bit of vitriol first....the red eyed monster jostles for space here
I think primary school for me..was as fun as visiting the dentist to get ones teeth cleaned
St Margarets did more for me than any other school in teaching me that i was not worth anything and that i would land up in hell anyway
explains why when i went to rgs i was so surprised that they didnt have to pray every morning...liberation
yup...every morning we used to start by praying to everything..from the grass growing in the ground to the teaching and non teaching staff...why do pple pray to 'father god'..shouldnt it be either 'father' or'god'?
and we used to have this teacher who used to spit into the mic everytime he prayed...so it used to be like this....father god...I Ppppray for the ...ants crawling up my leg...
we used to have ..religious emphasis week..where we had to go to chapel every day for a week and listen to long descriptions of the poor abused heathen in India..my favourite story was that of the temple girls in India who were kidnapped and made to serve as prostitutes and their belief in a stone image( note: been Hindu all my life and never have seen that image ever..but with 33 million gods..forgive my ignorance)
yup...have been told so many times that my lack of faith in the one true god will land me in hell
and when you are little, you still fear the hell fires....as a literal thing
little kids are fair game...so its perfectly alright to frighten the living daylights out of ur 8 yr old...
I mean...praise your faith to the skys..but leave mine out of it please. I never appreciated the way that mine was put down all the time...for some reason..they never subjected the muslim kids to the soul search...
and then.it used to end with a miracle prayer that would invite Jesus into ur life if you said it...and sign a pink slip that said you wanted to be Christian...for some reason it was always the Hindu kids that were influenced....faith not strong enough
Oh yeah...some reason only the nasty things your teachers say stay in your mind...
like the amazing beacon of light..who told me to not bother applying to rgs..cos i wouldnt make it anyway..and that i would be advised to go to tkgs where i would have more of a chance....thank you:-)
and the other one..that said..that i try hard...to be pleasing...
thanks :-)
or that amazing tamil teacher who used to start smiling every time i tried to speak tamil:-)...i know i sound different from you...so thanks..for stopping me from speaking tamil for years...

I can honestly say..that if i were guided by any of you...i would be no where...
maybe its the television programs..that convinced me that teachers were supposed to dream big for their students..
I mean...if my parents hadnt been supportive...life would have been so different
have i mentioned the endless discussions of hell..with the lifelike descriptions...

My therapist says that if i get it out.....then i will be able to move on:-)
oh wait..i forgot to mention the amazing school uniform...i cant ever ever wear polka dots now..so that would be one good thing that st margarets has done for me
there is always something postive to look at