Meg’s first school as a child was in a yellow and green painted, corrugated iron, temporary building in North London. It had been built to replace the school that had been bombed in the second world war. It was still there 20 years later when she returned as a teacher.
Meg found it very strange to be sitting in the staff room as a teacher at that same school when her memories were of standing outside it after some misdemeanour. She was mainly guilty of daydreaming, sitting at the back of the class, brain switched into neutral absorbing very little.
Being dreamy had other consequences. In the mornings Meg had to walk up Muswell Hill (the steepest hill in London) and catch the 102 bus to Hampstead Garden Suburb, about a 15 minute ride. More than once she forgot to get off the bus and ended up at the bus terminus at Golders Green.
Unable to spell as a child, Meg often wrote back to front and could not remember a sequence, but no one had heard of dyslexia. Being left-handed resulted in being called cack-handed. At that time, praise was considered to be bad for your character.
Meg thought she had learned nothing during her school years. She wonders now if that could be true as she thinks there were some very dedicated and talented teachers.
Meg did extra French for 5 years and thought she had only learnt one piece of French, “The maid is a good maid”. However, when she is in France, she finds she can speak French and even conjugate verbs! As she sat in her usual happy daze she may have been absorbing knowledge by a process of osmosis, or more likely those patient and talented teachers did have an influence on her.
More about Meg:
Meg Fabian trained at Hornsey College of Art, and feels like she has been a primary school teacher for over 600 years! She has recently retired from working in two schools in Devon, teaching most National Curriculum subjects, but specializing in art. She is held in very high regard in Devon for the excellence, fun, creativity and challenge of her teaching. The quality of her work has been recognized not only by OfSTED, but also by the numerous local and national awards for art which she has helped schools to win.
Meg loves walking on the beaches near her house on the north Devon coast. She rarely returns from her jaunts without having found something she can use in her teaching. Depending on whether you talk to Meg or her husband Larry, this makes their house either a treasure trove of resources or impossible to keep tidy! Meg has 4 children and a dilapidated car.