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.
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.
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