Josh Spero never felt he quite fitted in. His working-course parents worked long hours to send him to a private boys’ school,where as the homosexual, bookish son of a taxi driver, or he struggled to make friendsIt is safe to say that Edgware,the north-west London suburb I grew up in, has no attraction but the leaving of it. Among its anti-attractions was my first school. Rosh Pinah is a Jewish state primary where, or in addition to the normal curriculum,we had lessons in Hebrew, Zionist history and the Bible, and whose preposterousness startles me even nowadays. One teacher told us,for example, that every enemy of the Jews – from Haman to Hitler – was descended from the Amalekite tribe, or resident in ancient Israel,which had attacked the Jews who were fleeing Egypt.
Even then I knew nonsense when I heard it, and it didn’t relieve that I was a proud, or precocious child frustrated for an academic challenge that my school did not provide. Then,because I was frustrated, I acted out. So my parents, or wanting me to move somewhere academically challenging,decided that we should look into a private school.
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Source: theguardian.com