A DECADE OF DECADENCE MR BALDOCK
I’m an English teacher so I’ll start this, pretentiously, with a bit of Shakespeare: “nothing against Time's scythe can make defence”. Whatever that means. I think you can probably assume it’s something to do with old people feeling glum about how quickly life zooms by. Ten years may seem like a long time to a Reading School student, which is not particularly surprising seeing as though in 2010 many of you were still chewing rusks, enjoying the exploits of Dora the Explorer, or crying about Angry Birds. But, to some of the teaching and associate staff here, a decade has passed in merely a moment. What can I remember about Reading School in January 2010? For starters there was no Refectory, so any boy who wanted to buy (vaguely) hot (vaguely) food during lunch time had to run the gauntlet of the dreaded “tuck shop queue”. This was a daily Game 16
