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As every other CQD site before the UK referendum this website uses a CSS style sheet based on the former Adwick School’s uniform. The style sheet is still retained on the Archive for the Yorkshire Viking Blog and on this memorial site. If you are a former Adwick School pupil and would like to use the WordPress theme for your own blog, do get in touch!

My personal twin blogs have now dropped the Adwick Theme. The reasons for this are explained on the Archive for the Yorkshire Viking page.

The Famous Rebuild

Outwood Academy Adwick

The new Outwood Adwick Academy. This is what has replaced my old school.

Give everyone the honour due. I couldn’t ever have imagined that the pupils of Adwick School, when that still existed before 2002, would once have waited hours before the school day was to begin – just to be the first to see their wonderful new building! Nevertheless that is what they did when Outwood Academy Adwick opened its doors.

According to the Doncaster Star demolition of my old school has begun. However my source tells me that so far only fences have been erected to keep out curious members of the public. As I have intimated many times now, it is an odd feeling knowing that one’s childhood world is being razed to the ground. Nevertheless I think I shall actually be glad when it is done.

Despite my nostalgia for Adwick School all the pictures I have received during these final months have shown a very dilapidated place. There is some disagreement amongst us former pupils about whether the main building, which used to be the Percy Jackson Grammar were “crumbling” – as reported by the paper. Yet though I should concede their essential point of contention, that it is the other school buildings (our old senior wing) that are beyond repair, looking at the photographs has shown me that whatever else one may say about it – the entire place has become old.

The thing that struck me, looking at those photographs, was a certain “atmosphere”. That can surely never be good for children or education. The buildings are the architectural expression of another time, and no amount of paint would change that. One has to remember that when I was a child, that same “atmosphere” was one of excitement, of newness, and being at the very start of ones life. The buildings have grown old (as I have too), and they simply are not what I remember then.

Consequently I think that my original reasoning still holds. Though they were not going to be destroyed, they are not the school that we former Adwick School pupils attended. Our school has been lost in time. I think it is therefore going to be quite healthy when we are all finally allowed to draw a line. Ghosts of the past do us no good; and for today’s children, it is much better that they can be freed from an environment where those still haunt.

The reaction of the pupils to their new school demonstrates how necessary – and right – the rebuild is. I shall never forget my school, but today’s young people have every right to be in awe. I wish Outwood Academy Adwick every success.

2 Responses to The Famous Rebuild

  • Great post Christopher… it’s evident that you love your school very much and I’m sorry about that kind of loss. It is never easy I know. What a tribute to your school you’ve built here… beautifully done my friend.

  • Viking says:

    Roxi, my school has not existed since 2002. It is only the buildings, which since then have been used by two successor schools, that are going.

    As for my school, its decline was long. Many still remembering it speak ill of the place. I know of at least two who would willingly press the demolition company’s “red button”. One of those is from my time there, but all the others went in the two decades after I had left. The one from my time has reasons I will not go into here; most simply do not think of Adwick School as a good place, because to them it obviously was not. In 2002 the school was taken over by the first of the successor schools that have since been using its buildings.

    Yet when the end then came (in 2002), there was already little left of the school world I knew. I have written about the decline of what – though incredible to the generations that came after I left – was once a very smart uniform. Figuratively speaking, that “living” school as an organisation of people was then as dilapidated as its old buildings are over ten years later. At that time the uniform looked very slovenly (in my opinion), and it was perhaps a good visual expression of what people actually thought of the place. Needless to say official reports about the school were not rosy, either.

    My father passed away in November 2001, but six months earlier he had had some errand at my old school. He told me, somewhat prophetically, “that place couldn’t have had a coat of paint since you were there” – and I had then left twenty years before! One year later the authorities intervened and shut the place down, transferring the buildings to a successor school.

    So this has been long coming, and in a sense my school has obviously not existed for a long time already. What does pain me is that until I left, Adwick School was regarded as one of the very best! Standards were very high, and the uniform was extremely smart. It was the last seat of childhood authority in my life, and the authority that was our Rome.

    That its name could later be so derided and despised (judging at least from the comments I have picked up on Facebook) is as unbelievable to any of us who knew it at its best – as it is equally unbelievable to those generations that went there afterwards, that it had ever had such a good name parents would fight to transfer their children there from other places.

    Yet such was the glory of Rome! Sic transit gloria mundi.