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Best-love-ever High School

Cummings Lodge Secondary is a large L shape two story wooden structure located in Sixth Street Cummings lodge. Inside the L and at the two sides is a large field that we usually play cricket, football and swim in during rainy season as kids. Anyway I started out at CGLSS in 3 D. This was a rough class consisting of students who prefer to play than learn.

Studying was foreign to me. No one in my home said "where is your home work?' or "what did you learn in school today". Or as a matter of fact my mother had no interest in what happened at school. I remember her always however promising me a bicycle if I ever got first in class since back in the days of Primary school. I got first place all through Primary school. And never had a cycle. (No wonder when my kids were born after a year I bought them geometry sets). I can hear you say "crazy s.o.b.". Anyway as I said; studying was foreign to me.

Would you believe it if I told you that seven days a week in the evenings were spent at church either playing table tennis, running a department, teaching, preaching, or something else. Hence I had no time for books. In fact being home in the evening was foreign. Due to the chaos in the home I choose not to go home until after 10.00 each night. I was only 14 years old at that time. So I did not revise school work or did any homework. I was a lost soul at sea when it came to studying.

High School had all kinds of characters. There was Ramzan Ali a fat fair skin guy that everyone took advantage of. We sang songs making laugh of him. There was Terrence from Liliendaal who was a master story teller. He made us Laugh all the time. You had students with weird names like "Baku" a short excellent athlete. The girls were really pretty. Lizanna Sherrett. Debra. Rita. Then you had the matured girls. "fry egg". "club-foot". and a few others. These girls were really hot.

Anyway the teachers were great. Mrs. Rose, she taught English. Mr. Blackman who made me did 40 push-ups for sitting on the school rails was a body builder that taught us woodworking. He had the size to back him up. You dared not argue with him. There was "Rabbit" who taught maths but would whip the hell out of you in a jiffy for little or no reason at all. He scared the daylight out of us as students. Once he was in the classroom it was deadly quiet. However soon as he leaves all hell broke loose. I can still picture him in doorway swinging his arms as if he was exercising.

During the 3 years I spent in High school I did reasonable well... Our Chemistry teacher whom we adress as a "Shambach" lectured us on time wasting and the regrets we will have for not studying. He was right.

Yardram and myself use to slip out of class with a few others and buy fudge and other stuff and lime at the backdoor stairway of the school for many classes. Our life was wasting away without comprehending the seriousness of it.

It was not till the end of High school that I finally decide to go through a textbook that I got from the school. It was the chemistry text. I covered 17 chapters during the Easter Holidays. Result was I passed O'level chemistry.

My conclusion: for you to be succesful you MUST study your texts. In all I can say High school was a wonderful experience. I had a great time.

Oh there was Michael Ali, today a doctor residing in Canada. Boy could he study? Friday nights a few of us would go by his home and watch television(13 inches black and white) the whole night whilst he use to be studying till 5.a.m sometimes. He also use to be studying his text in the bright sun in the school corridors. Enough of that.

So it pays to study.