My great regret from my school days is not paying attention in school. I do not know where it came from but the idea of paying attention, doing homework and trying hard was lame and though I was never a bad boy I was one who did not engage with my education.
Undiagnosed dyslexia certainly had something to do with it but I had certain blocks and barriers that prevented me from taking my work seriously. I hated maths, disliked English and was uninterested and unmoved by geography and languages which I now heartily regret.
I regret not engaging with my German lessons, not doing my homework or practicing. Somewhere along the line I got the idea that it wasn’t interesting or important. Not least that any German who I met spoke English much better than I an English speaker could. Now in my forties I recognise that my life is lesser because I can only speak one language fluently. I see now the value of other languages and have started very tentatively to work on my German, Latin and Old English.
This is obviously a professional decision because one of the topics I study is Old English and both Latin and Old English will support that.
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