Reply to: Can you remember your first day of skool?

[SueEllen]

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.

[Sysman]

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.

[EternalOptimist]

after a few days, we had a new kid. I was told to take him under my wing.

we spent a week laughing our heads off, drawing pictures of dinosaurs with metal hands coming out the sides, picking apples off trees. it seemed logical at the time.

later on, he became a six foot six greaser on a motorbike.

but that was in the fourth year

[Zippy]

2 1/2 !!!

I'm sure we were 4 before we went to school.

I wanted to go to skool and, to be honest, my mother had had enough of the "mum! why mum?" stuff by then so she wrote to the head and he let me in. Still got the acceptance letter somewhere.

[mudskipper]

2 1/2 !!!

I'm sure we were 4 before we went to school.

Nearly 6 for me in SA.

[Bunk]

Yep, I was 2 1/2. I made friends with a boy and we tried to write my name in the sandpit. In the afternoon Miss read us a story (don't remember what) I went home disappointed we hadn't learned how to do sums.
Kids had it tough in them days.

2 1/2 !!!

I'm sure we were 4 before we went to school.

[Bunk]

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

[Zippy]

Yep, I was 2 1/2. I made friends with a boy and we tried to write my name in the sandpit. In the afternoon Miss read us a story (don't remember what) I went home disappointed we hadn't learned how to do sums.
Kids had it tough in them days.

[greenlake]

[mudskipper]

I do.

We all stood outside in front of the wooden benches, while the teacher lectured us on expected behaviour and whacked a tennisette bat down on the bench saying that is what would happen if anyone was naughty (she wasn't kidding either). At that point one kid wet himself.

Oh happy days...

[I just need to test it]

I remember mine. It was a grey, dank day. They gave me a car to play with but I wasn't interested. At break-time I was left in the care of Paul - a "nice" boy. My gaydar picked him up right away. He was a good lad but a hopeless minder as he let a fat Italian kid (who was to be my nemesis until my mum ambushed him weeks later) give me a hiding before the bell went.

[MyUserName]

I can. My mother was late picking me up and I remember standing around in the classroom as the other kids went home wondering what was going on.

Needless to say, I made sure I was on time when picking my daughter up after her first day!

[stek]

Was there also someone wearing large nappies that needed to be constantly changed as he kept peeing himself?

That was Scruff, before he adopted his South African accent.

Still wears the nappies though he has no need due to his colostomy bag.

[tractor]

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vaguely, but it wasn't school it was first client site, I refused the morning milk as I'd brought my own.

One kid, northernboyUK his name was went around scoffing at all the pretend pupils saying they weren't fit to be one, none of them had a ltd co set up or even an accountant. He was send to the naughty corner for shouting out what about FP35 (fisher price) all the time.

Another one madsweet left after the first day saying he would rather claim some form of benefit instead.


qh

No, but I remember the queue for NorthernLass at the bike sheds.

[eek]

What about Suity? Does he remember his first day at Borstal?

Probably as he would have wet himself and the bed...