The only thing I can remember about the test was been told I’d passed and I could go to the grammar school, but the awareness of been different and placing my parents, who had another 5 children and four jobs between them, in an even worse financial situation than they were already in was too much for a child my age to justify. I couldn’t comprehend the level of opportunity and could only equate it to thinking I was saying I was better than others if I went, so when the time came I went to the local secondary school to be like my brothers and sisters.

Everyone’s lives turn on particular events, I don’t think I became a worse member of society for not going, I didn’t become a delinquent or a criminal, I’ve worked since 16, own home, family etc. but I still question whether it is a system that placed such a burden on a child, the nature of the child or the nature of the adult they became, that is to blame for that personal guilt you feel from a seemingly lost opportunity?

When I sat the 11+ 1969 it was just another day in school. No fuss was made we sat the papers and that was it. When the results came out no one opened them, they went straight home to parents. I handed mine to my dad and knew I had not scored the minimum magic number( I would love to have know my score at least) as he said nothing. In school it was discussed with peers what school we were attending in the September and that was it. Practice papers and tuition was unheard of. At no point did I feel a failure. However I did feel the options for a career were very limited either nursing or office work was the choice for females. No one went on to University in my year. If you want to learn you will regardless of where you go for Senior School.

I remember the day I took my 11-Plus exam in 1973 … not that I knew it at the time. I can even remember exactly where I sat in the room. I attended a small two-teacher village school in Suffolk. After arriving at school that day, myself and my five or so same-year friends were unceremoniously ordered into the Infant Classroom, each told to sit at a desk, and to fill in the form in front of us. After struggling through this thing, we all went back to normal lessons. A few weeks later we were all told that we’d failed our 11-Plus, and it only then dawned on any of us that we’d actually taken it!

As had (in any case) always been understood, I and my friends all went off to the local Comprehensive the following year. That year my best friend from the same school, who was a year younger than me, passed his 11-Plus with flying colours and went off to a Grammar School in Ipswich. Having then lost touch, we eventually met up again in our late teens and it was while sitting in a pub, reminiscing about school, that he questioned how I could have failed my 11-Plus while he passed his with ease.

It soon became clear to us that his 11-Plus experience had been quite different from mine and that, while he’d been supplied with learning resources weeks in advance of the exam, neither I, or any of my same-year friends, had received any such preparation. My friend was quite upset and disgusted that I’d not received the same help, as he knew others who had. It was only when we noted that they, like him, had all come from middle class backgrounds, that the penny finally dropped – as all my friends from my year were from working class families, mainly, like me, with farm working parents.

I don’t of course begrudge any success that my friend had in life, but I’ve always known since then, that my own progress through life was diminished by a corrupt system that deliberately attempted to prevent pupils from lower backgrounds from even having a chance of high achievement. However, despite this attempt to hold me in my place, I went on to be an engineer and the first in my family’s history to gain a professional trade. More satisfyingly, both my children are high flyers, with one of them listed as amongst the country’s best in her chosen profession. And I’m sure mine isn’t the only example of showing up a despicably corrupt system and those who implemented it.

Going to a junior secondary the teachers were encouraging , went on to do first year of O Levels passed and requested to attend senior secondary and was allowed to complete 5th and sixth year with the support and encouragement of wonderful teachers . Completing Highers allowed access to train for Teaching diploma and degree in Occupational Therapy as a second career .All these years later failing made me more determined to achieve goals .Exams do not define you as a person .

I was top of my class when I took the exam, when the results came out I was told I’d failed so I went to a secondary modern school. On my first day we were given a test, the following day I was called into the headmasters room and was told I was in the wrong school. I told him I had failed the exam.

Many years later I bumped into a friend who I hadn’t seen since junior school who’d passed. He told me I had actually passed the exam and the reason I didn’t go to grammar school was because I was from a very large family. 10 of us. The LEA decided they couldn’t afford uniforms and other things and that was the reason they failed me. It still rankles with me, after 63 year of this. I have no doubt this was going on in the 60s. Anyone with a large family was ostracised.

I took my 11 plus in 1970 and passed. I got my pick of grammar schools in the area and my parents (who’d both left school at 13) were at a loss as to what came next. At 13, my 120 pupil year was split into 60 Upper and 60 Lower – the lower girls were taught typing and shorthand and steered to become secretaries, lower boys were taught computer coding and told to think about being computer technicians. The upper school was allowed to take a second foreign language and a more detailed science track. About one pupil in four (all from the Upper half) went on to A-level, and those who passed came face to face with reality; if your parents could afford to forego your wages for three years, you could argue the case to go on to university. About ten of the original 120 made it into professional jobs at 21 (I wasn’t one of them). It was a chance for decent free education for the working class that has now disappeared into those who can pay for education and those who can just hope their school’s not too bad.

I was unlucky enough to be in the final cohort of those taking the test for determining schools. I failed. I still feel the utter humiliation even at 60! All the children I knew had passed so I joined a new school with no friends and low self-esteem from which I never recovered. I was taunted by the neighbours (my father was a teacher but my parents had just divorced). My mother remained convinced that I was thick or stupid and hadn’t tried hard enough.

My sister took the exam the following year and of course passed ( even though the test had already been phased out in Leicester and she ended up at the same Comprehensive School as me). The fact that she passed the 11+ which I had failed was insurmountable and gave my narcissistic mother the ammunition she needed to differentiate us! My sister was the Golden Child whilst I was earmarked as low achieving, dim, no hoper and worst of all ….I simply hadn’t tried hard enough in her eyes !!

Ironically I have outperformed my sister on many fronts and did manage to get a degree, masters and professional qualifications and had a high flying career. But even now stigma remains from that terrible test! My sister is still lauded by the family for her intelligence whereas I was thick but just got lucky!!!

I took the 11-plus exam, alongside my classmates, as a matter of course. I remember opening my results letter and feeling upset that I hadn’t passed. Another girl in my class had also just opened her results letter and was kissing the envelope, ecstatically, having just discovered that she had passed. She went off to the grammar school and I went to the local secondary modern school. I didn’t see her again until years later, after I got my ‘O’ level results. She had failed all of hers and I had passed all of mine! I went on to do my nurse training and, at the ripe old age of 53, successfully gained a BA Honours in English Literature. My initial feelings of failure took some time to change into feelings of self worth, but I got there in the end. I must admit that, looking back, it does seem to be a flawed and unfair system for choosing who should go to grammar school and who is not worthy!

When I was halfway through the first year at my infants’ school I already realised that I was not keeping up with my peer group. (At 35 years of age I discovered that I was dyslexic and had an IQ of 135 – 140. The BMJ gave a report into cognitive word blindness in 1897 What was my local LEA doing? )

When I was seven years of age I heard a radio programme where the speaker said that light bends when it passes massive objects: I was thinking about the cause of light waves being bent when I noticed :-

1. The apparent bent shape of a knife in a glass jug of water.

2. A smear of fat on a piece of grease proof paper.

3. An aircraft leaving vapour trails in the sky.

I wondered if a star could leave some sort of smear in the sky and light was being bent in the same way that the image of the knife in the jug was: not bad considering that as I have stated above I was only seven years of age.

When I was at my junior school I missed several weeks schooling due to pneumonia, when I got back to school a lady who I didn’t know ( I later found she was Mrs. Bradley from Wiltshire County Council Educational Support ) said open your pattern books and get on with your tests, as I didn’t have a clue as to what I was supposed to do I put my hand up seeking help, the Mrs. Bradley repeatedly told me to put my hand down and get on with the test. A few days later I was told that I had failed the test, at the age of eight I was told that .I had to leave that class immediately and make my way to the main school premises about two thirds of a mile away. I had only a vague idea where the main school buildings were and after an hour of knocking on house doors I was eventually spotted by a teacher.

The school had two remedial classes and I ended up in one of them: shortly afterwards the newly appointed headmaster changed the remedial classes into a B stream and made the remainder into an A stream; at the same time he stopped educational trips for the remedial classes and diverted educational support funds for the remedial classes into buying mock 11 Plus study books for the A stream

In the final year when we should be cramming for the 11 Plus:-

A. My class was visiting old age pensioners and putting on plays for their entertainment.

B. The headmaster told the boys in our class to come to school in dungarees or other old clothes, we expected something interesting, oh yes it was, he wanted us boys to shovel the best part of a ton and a half of coke down into the boiler room, we told him what he could do with his coke.

In due course I failed the 11 Plus, when the head master came into my class he said he would place his hand on the shoulder of the one boy or girl who had passed part 1 of the 11 Plus, he came up to each pupil, some more than once until he eventually placed his hand on the shoulder of the one pupil out of about 45 to pass part 1. ( for the record, my elder brother had earlier passed his 11 Plus and my twin sister sailed through her 11 Plus.)

Long after I failed the 11 Plus I discovered my headmaster should have informed my parents that they had the right of appeal over the result leading to a possible resit but with my class putting on plays for the old age pensioners we were on a hiding for nothing.

When I entered the local secondary modern, being separated from my brother and sister and school chums that I knew from the junior school I felt devastated, after some 64 years later the acute feeling of loss is still very apparent in my life.

At my secondary school I remember a physics book which stated that radio waves travelled through the ether at 186,000 miles per second, it then went on to say that the ether was an invisible colourless gas pervading all the universe and was the medium that light etc. was transmitted by; a theory discounted by Michelson & Morley et. al.

Another book on optics showed a Zeppelin caught in the beam of a searchlight; both books were printed before 1920 but we were using them post 1957.

My secondary modern had a school allotment, us boys used to double dig the clay soil & dig in fresh manure and grow vegetables which went into the school kitchen where they were used for school dinners, we still paid the same amount for our school dinners that Grammar School pupils paid and bearing in mind that we had helped grow the vegetables whereas the grammar school pupils did nothing to produce their meals. We often used herbicides and insecticides which were probably poisonous. What else do you expect from Wiltshire County Council?

Another grievance was that in our school the cloak rooms were unlit, unheated outside with the boys’ urinals out in the open whereas the grammar school had warm lit indoor facilities.

My biggest grievance of all is that the parents of secondary modern school pupils were required by law to pay the same amount of progressive taxation compared to the parents of grammar school pupils, but the secondary modern capitation was on average less than half that of grammar school pupils, thus parents of Secondary Modern pupils are forced to subsidise the education of Grammar school pupils.

I think that it will be many more years before the damage caused by selective education will disappear from England & Wales; in Scotland it is so different, you are an old pupil of the local academy irrespective of whatever job or profession you eventually enter.

Several years ago I found my secondary modern school cap badge. I then picked up the cap badge and I had a deep feeling of revulsion and disgust, I threw it down in the dustbin, it for me was like a black person in post apartheid South Africa throwing away his hated pass card, and I became free!

Thank God for laptops, spell checkers and voice writers.

For twelve years I was a Governor at a local infants’ school where I took a deep interest in children who had learning difficulties.

Funding cuts in education are nothing new, there is a lot of talk about deprived inner city area and stupid TV programmes such as Escape To the County paint a rosy chocolate box image of the country and as soon as they arrive in the country they complain of farming sounds and smells. No if you are cutting from an initially high level that’s one thing but to start off with a grossly underfunded system that is another thing, I remember when we ran out of exercise books and we had to buy our own. Hot on the heels of the news about these spending cuts is the news that the government intends reintroducing grammar schools when many people, myself included thought that selective education was dead and buried.

Selective education 11 Plus et al grew up out of the 1944 Education Act which introduced the 11 Plus Exam, Secondary Grammar, Secondary Technical and Secondary Modern Schools. The problem was that very few technical schools were created, no additional money was pumped into the school system and in the case of secondary Modern Schools the syllabus was more suited to the 1920s and not the 1940s heading into the 1950s, In not recognising technological developments the drafters of the 1944 Education Act have caused an immense amount of damage still being felt today.

I failed the 11+ in 1968. I remember feeling a lot of shame and embarrassment, particularly as my father was a local businessman in a small town. Everyone knew everyone. I went to the local Secondary Modern School which was close to where we lived. My three best friends went to the Grammar School which added to my feelings of separation and failure. Some of the teachers at the Secondary Modern were quite reasonable and some very ordinary.

In 1970 my family migrated to Australia. There were no Secondary Moderns or Grammar Schools but High Schools. I was placed in the Advanced streams for 2 core subjects and Intermediate for the other 2 core subjects. I was able to complete my secondary schooling and became a Primary School Teacher. I felt this path would have been far more difficult to achieve had I stayed at the Secondary Modern.

Years later at teachers college I told some of my friends about the 11+ exam. At my 21st Birthday, one of my ‘friends’ gave me a birthday card. It read, ‘Just think, it’s now 10 years since you failed your 11+.” That comment brought back all the feelings associated with failing.

To add insult to injury I have since learned that each Grammar School child received a greater proportion of the education budget than Secondary Modern students. Although privilege will always be part of society it was never made more apparent by separating children at a crucial point in their education. I don’t think I can ever completely shake off the feelings of failing that exam all those years ago despite the fact that my parents were very understanding but nevertheless disappointed. Well done Scotland, for starting Comprehensive schooling in the early 1970’s.

On the day of the 11 plus exam I was the only person in my class who did not sit the exam, instead I was given a chair to sit on in the play ground and told to sew four buttons on to cards using lengths of wool. I was not given an explanation as to why I was doing this, I only found out after the examination that the other children had taken the test.

Admittingly I was not good at reading or spelling, my maths was pretty good. By not taking the test I was placed in a low grade class at secondary school, this kicked started me into passing my yearly exams at secondary school where I ended up close to the top.( I think the head mistress didn’t like me)

It was different when I sat it. It was only Bucks children eligible so more passed, it wasn’t a factory. It was a couple of tests on unknown days. It was school curriculum and not multiple choice. People didn’t really get tutored. There wasn’t the stress. Even with all that it was heartbreaking that friends got separated and the quality of education at secondary moderns was poor. I had friends who seemed just as bright as me at primary end up with a lot less qualifications.

I took the 11+ in 1972 and didn’t pass. I am 63 now and can still remember my mother shouting up the stairs to me telling me that I was ‘no good’. Can you imagine what that does to an 11 year old. I was sent to a comprehensive school miles away from home because the local secondary modern wasn’t very good. The education at my secondary school was good. If you were clever you could excel. We had quite a few go to University from there. My mother always treated me as though I was rather thick after not passing my 11+. I just thank goodness my children didn’t gave to sit this awful exam. Good education should be for all not just those that go to grammar school.

I took the ll plus in 1963 and like many others I had no preparation – it was essentially arriving at school at being told the test would be taking place – I failed as did every other pupil in my class. As a consequence all careers of any substance and my dreams of being a Doctor were barred to me and I spent many years doing dead end jobs which I didn’t stay in very long because I hated them. I decided to take an OU degree which I did successfully but I found this was always seem to be regarded by employers as something educational failures took and it didn’t help me at all. I then took evening class at London University in software programming and eventually got me foot in door with an IT company and eventually became self employed. But it is something I think of often when I see the opportunities young people have today and the resentment I feel towards the government that made that decision about my life is with me to this day.

Being born an August child, and at the age of 10 in a Halifax junior school I was to sit the 11 plus. I remember being shown a past exam paper as if this was all I needed to know to pass the exam. Consequently a total failure and ended up at a Secondary Modern one month after my eleventh birthday. I never did see Mrs Rothwells “top” class at junior school, a year lost. Hence by July 1962 I was out of the school system at the age of 14 with no qualifications, what a start to life. I had to get away. So I joined the Royal Navy for 9 years trained to maintain and repair radio and radar systems, later qualified as an Incorporated Engineer. I spent a lot of time playing catch up on that lost year.

In 1953 or 4, without any warning my Junior school presented me with a test. I had no idea what it was for. Later that year my parents received a letter telling them I had failed the 11+ and would go to the local Secondary Modern. When I was 13 a teacher came into my class and told me that I was now able to change to one of the new Technical Schools. I was asked to decide there and then. Naturally I refused to move, what did I know.

There was no such thing as GSCEs for us thickos. At 15 we were on our own. If you didn’t want to work in a factory the services were the only real option. Fortunately the Royal Navy took me as an electrical mechanic. In those days the training in theory and practice was first class. I had signed up for 9 years but the time didn’t start till I was 18. Nearly twelve years later I left the Navy the year before the Open University started. Now just a few months from my 80th birthday I have an BA Hons in Maths and one in Philosophy from the OU. I have an MA with distinction in Philosophy and Society from Manchester University . I recently learned to play the clarinet and play in the local amateur orchestra. I have chaired and been on the boards of several charities. I have had a good and productive working life and was able to retire early at 58. But for chance it could have been so different.

The 11 plus is divisive and grossly unfair. The whole idea of enforced selection is demeaning and wastes talents for the country. Education is manifestly the key to the future prosperity of this country and to fulfilment in the potential of its people. Yet those people who drive the National Curriculum seem to have no idea what is required for a good all round and balanced education

Fortunately I now live in Scotland with no selective state schools.

I was at an excellent private school in the 1950s. We were trained for the secondary school and also for the London area 11+. Because we lived in Middlesex I had to take their particular 11+ which was very different, and I only had about 3 sessions of private coaching. I passed the exam for the school but failed the 11+ so my parents had to pay the fees for this secondary school.

I lost all confidence in myself and only managed 4 O-levels in less important subjects i.e. not maths!

For countless years this early trauma affected my life so badly.

Like many people I was bought up to think 11+ was sign of intelligence and educational ability. I had ambitious parents that had been to grammar school and had high expectations of their children’s academic ability. It was a deep blow when I failed my 11+ in 1969 at a Kent primary school and pressured myself to get ‘A’ levels and enter higher education with the expectation and reality that I would get weak grades.

I recently found an online newspaper article discussing if adults would pass the 11+ and had a sample of 14 questions. I was dumbfounded that without much effort I was able to get 11 out of 14 correct, that’s 78.57% and missed one because I forgot to put the answer in. Looking at Kent’s pass mark (332/423 or 78.48%) I would have passed the test.

What struck about the test is what it was looking for was straight forward and probably within the reach of most 11 year olds. The main problem I had was trying to understand the question, I found them to be convoluted or awkward to understand. On closer inspection many of the questions had fundamental flaws. For example one question was aiming to disguise some simple factoring to help solve a multiplication problem but the poor choice of answers meant it could be solved easily by multiplying one of the numbers by a 100 (mathematical approximation).

The only reason I was able to pass the test in my sixties is because I have had a lifetime of dealing with idiots.

When I was halfway through the first year at my infants’ school I already realized that I was not keeping up with my peer group. (At 35 years of age I discovered that I was dyslexic and had an IQ of 135 – 140. The BMJ gave a report into cognitive word blindness in 1897 What was my local LEA doing? )

When I was seven years of age I heard a radio programme where the speaker said that light bends when it passes massive objects: I was thinking about the cause of light waves being bent when I noticed :-

1. The apparent bent shape of a knife in a glass jug of water.

2. A smear of fat on a piece of grease proof paper.

3. An aircraft leaving vapour trails in the sky.

I wondered if a star could leave some sort of smear in the sky and light was being bent in the same way that the image of the knife in the jug was: not bad considering that as I have stated above I was only seven years of age.

When I was at my junior school I missed several weeks schooling due to pneumonia, when I got back to school a lady who I didn’t know ( I later found she was Mrs. Bradley from Wiltshire County Council Educational Support ) said open your pattern books and get on with your tests, as I didn’t have a clue as to what I was supposed to do I put my hand up seeking help, the Mrs. Bradley repeatedly told me to put my hand down and get on with the test. A few days later I was told that I had failed the test, at the age of eight I was told that .I had to leave that class immediately and make my way to the main school premises about two thirds of a mile away. I had only a vague idea where the main school buildings were and after an hour of knocking on house doors I was eventually spotted by a teacher.

The school had two remedial classes and I ended up in one of them: shortly afterwards the newly appointed headmaster changed the remedial classes into a B stream and made the remainder into an A stream; at the same time he stopped educational trips for the remedial classes and diverted educational support funds for the remedial classes into buying mock 11 Plus study books for the A stream

In the final year when we should be cramming for the 11 Plus:-

A. My class was visiting old age pensioners and putting on plays for their entertainment.

B. The headmaster told the boys in our class to come to school in dungarees or other old clothes, we expected something interesting, oh yes it was, he wanted us boys to shovel the best part of a ton and a half of coke down into the boiler room, we told him what he could do with his coke.

In due course I failed the 11 Plus, when the head master came into my class he said he would place his hand on the shoulder of the one boy or girl who had passed part 1 of the 11 Plus, he came up to each pupil, some more than once until he eventually placed his hand on the shoulder of the one pupil out of about 45 to pass part 1. ( for the record, my elder brother had earlier passed his 11 Plus and my twin sister sailed through her 11 Plus.)

Long after I failed the 11 Plus I discovered my headmaster should have informed my parents that they had the right of appeal over the result leading to a possible resit but with my class putting on plays for the old age pensioners we were on a hiding for nothing.

When I entered the local secondary modern, being separated from my brother and sister and school chums that I knew from the junior school I felt devastated, after some 64 years later the acute feeling of loss is still very apparent in my life.

At my secondary school I remember a physics book which stated that radio waves travelled through the ether at 186,000 miles per second, it then went on to say that the ether was an invisible colourless gas pervading all the universe and was the medium that light etc. was transmitted by; a theory discounted by Michelson & Morley et. al.

Another book on optics showed a Zeppelin caught in the beam of a searchlight; both books were printed before 1920 but we were using them post 1957.

My secondary modern had a school allotment, us boys used to double dig the clay soil & dig in fresh manure and grow vegetables which went into the school kitchen where they were used for school dinners, we still paid the same amount for our school dinners that Grammar School pupils paid and bearing in mind that we had helped grow the vegetables whereas the grammar school pupils did nothing to produce their meals. We often used herbicides and insecticides which were probably poisonous What else do you expect from Wiltshire County Council?

Another grievance was that in our school the cloak rooms were unlit, unheated outside with the boys’ urinals out in the open whereas the grammar school had warm lit indoor facilities.

My biggest grievance of all is that the parents of secondary modern school pupils were required by law to pay the same amount of progressive taxation compared to the parents of grammar school pupils, but the secondary modern capitation was on average less than half that of grammar school pupils, thus parents of Secondary Modern pupils are forced to subsidize the education of Grammar school pupils.

I think that it will be many more years before the damage caused by selective education will disappear from England & Wales; in Scotland it is so different, you are an old pupil of the local academy irrespective of whatever job or profession you eventually enter.

Several years ago I found my secondary modern school cap badge, I then picked up the cap badge and I had a deep feeling of revulsion and disgust , I threw it down in the dustbin, it for me was like a black person in post apartheid South Africa throwing away his hated pass card, and I became free!

Thank God for laptops, spell checkers and voice writers.

For twelve years I was a Governor at a local infants’ school where I took a deep interest in children who had learning difficulties.

Funding cuts in education are nothing new, there is a lot of talk about deprived inner city area and stupid TV programmes such as Escape To the County paint a rosy chocolate box image of the country and as soon as they arrive in the country they complain of farming sounds and smells. No if you are cutting from an initially high level that’s one thing but to start off with a grossly underfunded system that is another thing, I remember when we ran out of exercise books and we had to buy our own. Hot on the heels of the news about these spending cuts is the news that the government intends reintroducing grammar schools when many people, myself included thought that selective education was dead and buried. Selective education 11 Plus et al grew up out of the 1944 Education Act which introduced the 11 Plus Exam, Secondary Grammar, Secondary Technical and Secondary Modern Schools. The problem was that very few technical schools were created, no additional money was pumped into the school system and in the case of secondary Modern Schools the syllabus was more suited to the 1920s and not the 1940s heading into the 1950s, In not recognizing technological developments the drafters of the 1944 Education Act have caused an immense amount of damage still being felt today.

2 weeks after my 11th birthday during the summer holidays (b. 1939 )in mid August 1950 , saw me entering sec mod school. My younger sister ( b .late Nov 1941 ) previously shared the same jun and infant and junior schools with me but we hardly met as she was in the scholarship class most of the time 1/4 -mile away.