Only if you lose I suppose
I have been approached and offered a position on many occasions in the past. I prefer the cut and thrust of a traditional school.
ā¬7k per year.
Sorry to hear that @Mullach_Ide. Hope the young lad surprises you in UCD.
@fenwaypark, are the public schools in Dublin shite or are the private schools perceived as being so much better? I can understand rich parents sending kids to private schools and paying extortionate fees but not parents who have to scrimp and scrape for what is essentially the same course work (Leeson St aside).
Maybe I just donāt get it having not gone to a private school and not having any close to us that even make it an option. Iāve an overly simplistic view that kids in a CBS or whatever learn more life skills in school by being exposed to kids from all walks of life and this is as valuable as any education.
prob no foal no fee. if she wins itll cost the state a pretty penny, and open the floodgates
Is the Institute of Education fully funded by private fees? Do the Department make any contribution? Would teachers there be paid more than their equivalents in private/public schools?
Sheāll have fun, fun, fun til her daddy takes the t bird away
I went to a cbs but I would have loved to have gone to my current school. Facilities are second to none. Those who want to excel academically can, those that want to play sports at a high level can.
If you took a stroll around our place versus some non fee paying school, you would do what you could to send your child here.
I feel bless to work here.
How does it perform academically vs other schools in the area out of interest? Completely take your point on board about facilities
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What the fuck is the āinstituteā ? Sounds awfulā¦
Iām sure you can work it out for yourself
Not the one you were in mate.
I went to a CBS as well and it gave me a great life skill in that I always knew where the next box in the head was going to come from. The cunt looming over you.
Thatās about the height of it, or the next sarcastic comment.
I spent 5 years afraid to ask a question.
The sarcasm was great. I remember a maths exam we had in third year. One person out of the 35 or so passed. I was all right I got 29%. The cunt had organised to read out the results from the top down. Poor TomƔs Sheehan was the last name read out. TomƔs Sheehan nought per cent read out in a big ignorant Cork accent. Nought per cent TomƔs Sheeran - tell us all how you managed that.
The poor cunt had 17 sisters and brothers and they lived in a two bed cottage. He probably hadnāt room to open a book. And the cunt of a teacher knew that too.
Thatās a horrible story.
It was pretty typical. The school was streamed into classes A A1 M M1. It was only years later that I figured out that the A stood for academic and the M for manual. The boys in the M classes did woodwork and metalwork. The boys in the A did French and German
Anyway this brother came to the school one time. Brother Devanney. They didnāt usually sent the worst child abusing brothers to us because Mount Sion was where the Christian Brothers began and they didnāt want a scandal to taint it. Devanney was a real hail fellow well met kind of brother, loved the oul hurling and seemed a popular enough brother but even at 14 I could see there was something about him. Sure enough one day he unloads. Paul Walsh what have you got in your mouth. Nothing sir. You have I saw something. You werenāt supposed to eat in class. Walshie had had a bit of paper on his tongue but was too embarrassed to admit this. So he kept saying nothing and Devanney started saying you are lying to me. He pulled Walshie out of the desk and beat him to a pulp with his fists. Walshie was one of the nicest untroublesome people in the school.
He was also the son of Frankie Walsh one of Waterfords greatest ever hurlers, and manager of the Mount Sion senior hurling team. Frankie got wind of the incident and called into Brother Boland, the principal. Devanney was shipped out the next day.
A couple of years later we were playing Templemore CBS in a schools match in Boherlahan and who was on the line only Devanney.
We had a few nasty ones and an odd decent one but with a hair trigger temper who shouldnāt have been let near kids. We had a mixture of brothers and lay teachers, but the nastiest, snidest bastards were lay. One little fucker, who ended up high up in education caught a lad speaking between classes one day, dragged him out of the desk and, instead of giving me a few digs, made them stand facing the wall but right up close to it. Started the lesson. Every now and then went back and told your man to stand closer to the wall. One inch away he kept saying. Picked at him the whole way through the class, until the end when, as he was walking out, he shoved your manās head into the wall and mashed his nose.
Sadistic bastard