1 . Doreen Pope
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by Jane Loudon (The Independent Magazine, 20 Aug 1994) 1 . Practically nobody reading this will have heard of Miss Pope. Her greatness is usually not clear and they have never been documented, although she is my personal hero even so. This year the lady retires after having a lifetime's teaching, the last twenty-five years of which has been spent like a junior-school headmistress in Wantage, Oxfordshire. I was brought up in Wantage, and between the ages of eight and eleven I joined her university. 2 . Miss Pope is actually a strong and wholesome woman. Tall, well-built and cosy with that, she was consistently cheerful without being as well jolly or perhaps brisk. The lady had never-ending energy, and soft skin that bronzed easily and never lost its colour. Her clothes were functional and unobtrusive, large jerseys in neutral mauves and beiges, and reasonable shoes. 3. Miss Pope's permanent accoutrements were a white Saab 96, that she would influx cheerily while driving around the market square, and a rather anti-social dog, an unusual breed of Shetland collie referred to as Sheena. In the same way Shetland ponies look stunted, so do Shetland collies. Sheena consisted of lengthy, thick, orangey fur in very short legs: think about Lassie crossed with Dougal from The Magic Roundabout. We adored her because she looked imprisoned in everlasting puppyhood, yet she was completely indifferent to all of us. She would retreat to her kennel as the first child arrived for school and only re-emerge at 3. 30. It was a marvel to me that this kind of affectionate woman could experience such an aloof dog, however they were amigo, an item. I am just convinced that " Miss Pope and Sheena” were painted practically as often for the reason that school as the Pop-queen and Kid were in Renaissance The european union. 4. Miss Pope thought that children only learned self-worth and corporate responsibility through recognition with their gifts, even so insignificant they may have looked in scholastic terms: and so while she was appreciative of expertise and enthusiasm, it was people who were self conscious, or obstreperous, or who found writing and reading difficult, with whom the girl spent the most time. She was patient, kind and egalitarian, nevertheless she was also the type of individual that children don't muck regarding: she experienced natural expert, and we had been all in shock of her. Even the school delinquent might beg not to be brought to her workplace and that was saying something: after all, he wasn't troubled by the neighborhood police. The lady never misplaced her great, although working down corridors and tossing balls as well close to home windows could trigger a thunderous bellow similar to Albert Finney's memorable " End Thaat Traaain! ” in the film The Dresser. a few. Miss Pope was a significant success with children mainly because she had genuine cast with them. She enjoyed the things that kids enjoyed, just like pudding and snow and hugs plus the slapstick bits of school plays. She had an insatiable impression of connaissance and an enormous, rotund giggle, and your woman never failed to reward your dullest anecdote or most basic joy with her comforting boom. Indeed, her finest gift was to make every single child feel like his or her scam, discovery, dread or satisfaction was quite unique. 6. She had an unpretentious ignore for the formal. One afternoon the girl came to discover our course frieze from the Great Open fire of London, uk. We all packed round on her approval, although a pompous child named David was adament on explaining it to her: " Now Miss Pope, is actually 1666, which is Pudding Lane, which as I expect you know can be where the open fire started. This can be the Tower of London, which in turn as I are expecting you know is definitely where they will kept all the traitors, which -” after which she put back her head and boomed with laughter, her attention found by a hapless man swallowed up in flames and falling head initial into the Riv Thames. " Good heavens, what a great unlucky many other! Who is he? ” " No one, ” said David, refusing to get diverted. " No one's no one, David...