Pat Boyle Ferry
Pat Boyle Ferry was born in Dungloe, Co Donegal, Ireland. if you must know, it is the greatest place in the whole world. He hopes you enjoy the contents of this book. His schooling days were not a nice experience. It lacked any kind of love, empathy and consisted of the class system. If you were connected you got an easy pass while the rest of them were treated like scum. Even when you told the truth you were still wrong. Some teachers would not have been out of place in Auschwitz.
Cruelty and fear were the order of the day. No teacher was going to the gym. They didn’t have to as they got a work-out in the classroom for free. It was a badge of honour for the teacher if he knocked you to the ground. It was a fist fight with your arms tied. Anyway he went through the educational system and learned absolutely nothing only frustration and anger. When he left primary school he neither could read nor write, but knew stuff. If the teachers took the time they would have found out that he had other talents. How dare you have brains sort of thing was the attitude of the day.
In attending Second level school he could not get a handle on how it operated. He did not get the proper grounding at primary to enable me to progress. One of the teachers there said to him ‘you shouldn’t be here’ referring to his lack of academia. He spent one term there never to return.
This book covers a section of his younger life, its trials and tribulations and above all trying to make sense of it all.