Mex, I don't want to take Grade 8 "Electricity" again as part of "Industrial Arts" in 1955. It would be as lost on me now as it was then.
I vaguely recall mention of Kierchoff's Law (however spelt) while the instructor passed around those big Ouiji board/Chinese Checker monster things with wires all over the place. Forget what they those boards were called, but I know they were important. (I was such a waste of classroom space. Oh well.) Edit: Wheatstone Bridge ? Incomprehensible! :(
It didn't help that the Electricity instructor would sometimes burst into tears and rush out of the classroom. Then another teacher would come in and say, "Don't mind Mr X, he saw some terrible things during the war. He will be back shortly." Which he was. ( A little touch of reality about going to war like that sort of put a damper on all us Grade 8 kids who wanted to be John Wayne at least)
Electricity was ok, but not as much fun as "Metal Work" where we got to play with giant soldering guns that you stuck in these blocks of paste for maximum smoke. The kid that made the most smoke won! :)