Some people seem to have the view that I think I’m always right. That’s not the case at all, I was wrong once, but that was back in the eighties.
In all seriousness though, I wrote in a previous post that for education to be truly successful it needs to be a positive experience. I then received an email from someone pointing out that this isn’t necessarily the case. “We learn from our mistakes and past errors don’t we?” she asked.
This place is really hilarious sometimes. If it didn’t affect me so personally I’d probably believe my life was a total farce. What follows is an absolutely true, verbatim account of one of my recent experiences.
I’ve been a student all of my life. I was still at school when I was locked up. I did a couple of GCSEs and an A level in juvenile prisons (along with various courses at levels one to four). I started my Open University degree studies in Young Offenders’. I continued that as I moved into the adult estate at HMP Frankland. And I’m still doing them now I’m here at Wakefield. However, when I complete my degree next year, I am sad to say that I will probably be leaving prison education behind altogether.