General Chat

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Dear All

Hello

Don't mention the word Skool!!
I wasn't overkeen!

Its nice to read how you all got on.

Thank you all for your lovely replies.


Take gentle care
With best wishes
Elizabeth,
xx

the classroom was lovely - long low tables with benches - all around the walls were lovely pictures ech representing a letter of the alphabet -A - a big shiny red apple

we learned to count by putting beads on a string and then writing the number on a label at the end - I shoved one of the beads up my nose - took ages for them to get it out again!!

I remember my second day better.

I got my dress tucked in my drawers and walked in the class room where all the others were giggling,I joined in but hadnt a clue what they were laughing at,,,,,then teacher put me right. :-D :-D,

So did I, Ann, that was the problem. :-(

lovely stories - love the red wellies :-D

Can't remember as I was only 2 and a half.

I went to school for a week in September 1939 so I could be evacuated with the school with my elder brother and sister

I do remember though being on the train to Kent and sitting on a ladies lap.she was the headmasters secretary and was one of the adults that went with the children

We ended up in Tonbridge Wells

I'd been really looking forward to it.

It was raining so I'd worn my new red wellies and had daps to change into in a bag.

I waved my Mum goodbye and went into the classroom. The teacher told me to take off my wellies. I explained that they were new, so I'd rather keep them on. She insisted. I refused. She insisted some more and I howled with rage and sat on the floor with my arms folded.

She deployed the ultimate weapon.

My Dad (a secondary teacher) was on secondment at the school for a year. She sent for him. He walked through the door and raised his eyebrows at me.

Red wellies sailed across the floor and black daps applied to my feet in record time. Dad left the room. Not a word had been spoken.

I think it was cheating to send for him.

Fate. Liz it may be that things have turned out better for you as a result of your earlier unhappiness. :-) :-) :-)

Oh Bill, that's really lovely. My first boyfriend at infant school was taken off to Oz by his parents, with his twin sister and older sister, and never seen or heard of again! So much for the rest of my life, we had talked about living in a cottage with roses round the door, but not to be lol

I was petrified going to school, my mother was so protective so we had hardly played with other children or been away from her. After the first months when Mum took me in, we were allowed to cut through a neighbour's garden to save a very long walk and my younger brother who was a big lad for 4 walked me part of the way - who would allow that these days? I also had to come home for lunch, Mum never let us stay for school dinners as she thought it was cheaper for her to cook lunch, so it was always a rush to eat and get back to school.

I remember in my first months crying as I was homesick and the teacher, an older so called experienced woman, who tell everyone to get their brollies out and would stand me on a desk. How cruel was that? The lovely teaching assistant (trainee teacher) would lift me down and comfort me. When I moved in to the next class I was a lot better and had a lovely teacher, Miss Smith. Mum stayed in touch with her for years and I took over when Mum died till Miss Smith died.

I was never very confident at school so didn't get the best out of it, sadly.


Lizx

Daunting. I Climbed over the High spiked fence and ran home, aged 4. :-D :-D :-D

Ann, Hope you had a spare pair ? of Pants in your Bag, or did you just hang them on the Radiator. ? :-D :-D

Elizabeth, how did you get on ?. :-S :-S

In Scotland we were Paired off Boy & Girl.
The Girl I was paired off with, stayed with me thru High school then University, then we got Married aged 16. hehe just thought you might like to know. So my first day at school decided the rest of my life. :-( :-(
or until I was 20.

I cant remember my first day at school but I can remember my brothers first day like it was yesterday, he is three years younger then me and we went to this little country school that only had three classrooms, he was ok till lunch time when he thought mum was going to come and take him home for lunch and he was crying at the gate, the headmaster came out and carried him into the dinning hall kicking and punching the head and THEN I was brought down from the top tables to sit with my little brother :-( :-(

loved it - couldn't wait to get there - I lived in a cottage on a country road - the only child for miles around so to have other children to play with was sheer heaven - downside was that I didn't know where the toilets were and wet myself :-(

I was petrified!
We'd just moved from Malta to Morayshire (NE coast of Scotland), we lived in a caravan, and it was freezing.
For the first term, we only went in the morning - no playing, just learning to read and write - I could already write - but it wasn't the 'right' way to write! :-|
The teacher, Miss Collier - was lovely.
One thing I had to do was get rid of my 'Enid Blyton' accent and adopt a Scottish one - pronto!!
My sister (10 at the time) was criticised for her 'Imperialist English accent' by her teacher :-P :-P :-P

Dear All

Hello

Now as the cheeky saucepan lids (children!) have returned to school,
what memories do you have of starting a new term or going to bigger school?

Did it seem daunting or were you excited?


Take gentle care
With best wishes
Elizabeth, EOS
xx