Georgia Laird, who took psychology A-level, describes how home-taught lessons worked for her. Right in the middle of our A-level psychology course, our teacher suddenly moved for personal reasons. Don't panic,' the school told us, `We have a solution.' Video conferencing was supposed to be our lifeline. Our lessons were relocated to another school and ran as twilight sessions from 4 to 6pm.
As the only car owner, I soon adopted the role of taxi driver. We would leave school at 3.30pm and drive across town via McDonald's.
It became a tradition that we would stumble in late, Big Macs in one hand and McFlurrys in the other. At the end of the day, what could the teacher do? There was no one there to discipline us.
She would give us a `grand tour' of her home. When her kids arrived home, we'd chuckle to ourselves as they pulled faces behind her back.
On reflection, it's no wonder I got a D grade. I loved the subject and enjoyed lessons - but maybe that was because I was thinking about next week's McFlurry.