It's St. David's Day today and I am blogging after immediately writing an entry in my personal journal in which I had some harsh words about Welsh lessons in my days at secondary school.
I wish I could share with you what I wrote. It is hard hitting. The gist went like this:
I believe I had three different teachers in the four years I studied Welsh at high school. All three were crap and didn't care enough about us.
Sometime in the fourth year of school, we were given the option to quit having Welsh lessons. Every single person in the class did so. That should strengthen my point. And - while doing that - hopefully prove it wasn't a 'Me' problem but rather a 'Their' problem.
Whichever way you look at it, I came out of school know a bare few Welsh words and phrases. All had been taught to me in primary education and have stuck with me since then.
I guess the point goes like this - and I am so far removed from schooling I don't know how it works nowadays - the BEST place to teach children Welsh is to do so at the early points in their education.
It gives them a better chance to get ahead.
I surmise you could say that about every subject, though.
Here ends today's lesson.
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