I had a disrupted education due to moving from Wales to Blackpool in 1961.
For starters the curriculum was totally different, at St Asaph Grammar School I was taught Welsh, French and Latin as well as English Language and Literature. We played football and did proper cross country running, up and down the valley and into the hills, there was a gymnasium where other sports were taught. Woodwork and Biology. History was general , but more of a Welsh view, and Music included choral singing, often in Welsh.
On moving to Blackpool, my mother, being a devout Catholic, insisted I went to a catholic School. Joes Jailhouse wouldn't accept me as i would have been two years behind others and suggested St John Vianney, where I ended up. Still two years behind.
No Woodwork, metal work instead;
No Latin, No Welsh obviously;
Football was difficult as we had to go to Stanley Park, occasionally, and the same for cricket.
Cross Country Running was around the block and up and down the stairs to the first floor although I did do this myself when possible out of school hours and came third in the Blackpool Schools Cross country championship circa 1963/4;
No Biology, Physics instead;
No Music, religious nonesense by a priest, (it was this that put me off religion and am now Christian but in my own way);
Very little Art, Technical Drawing.
No Music.
Due to this I didn't, at the time, live up to my expectations and flumped my O levels.
It was only after leaving school I relised there was a need for education and information in all walks of life and started going to part time courses at college from then until I did my last course at 55 years of age.
Never give up, always fight back, whatever you haven't done whilst at school.