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Can you remember your first day of skool?

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    #21
    I can't say I remember the first day at skool but I do remember that on the second day I didn't want to go there again.

    One of the first lessons involved teech writing our names on the blackboard and I was surprised to discover that my surname had acquired an accent.

    I suppose the logic was that accents were mandatory for furrin names.

    I know I wasn't impressed, and that night's report to my parents got that one sorted out pronto.

    An important lesson though. I now knew that teechers weren't altogether to be trusted to get things right.

    I better remember the first day at my second skool at age 8.

    The new skool had a proper kitchen and the food beat the old skool's cooked-elsewhere-slops-in-big-cans hands down.

    My walk to the bus stop home took me past a train station where a new skoolmate's mum was showing him his new route home. She asked where I lived and tried to persuade me to catch the train instead. I sussed her out as geographically challenged straight away 'cos the train station bearing the name of our village was a good mile outside it. Probably two miles from our house.

    Funny thing is I never saw her son at skool again. They probably got lost somewhere.
    Behold the warranty -- the bold print giveth and the fine print taketh away.

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      #22
      Originally posted by Bunk View Post
      I can't

      I can however remember some things before that, like when we visited the school with our playgroup a few months before we started there properly. I can also remember thinking that visit was the reason I had to go to school afterwards and if I had just managed to avoid it I wouldn't ever have had to go to school. The day I realised that was a load of nonsense was a sad day indeed
      I did a similar visit but it was on my own with my mum.

      I was so excited as I thought I was going to start that day. There were some interesting toys near the Wendy House including a cart with sand in it.

      I started playing with the toys then I was told I had to go home.

      I don't actually remember my first day though. That teacher and the kids in the class were really nice then I was moved 3 months later to a class with older kids because I had been 5 for a month. I hated it especially as my friends were in the other class.
      "You’re just a bad memory who doesn’t know when to go away" JR

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