Can you remember your first day at school.

[Jefferson Meriwether]

I don't remember my 1st day at primary school. I do clearly remember the 1st day of my second year at primary school though. When I was in the 1st year of primary my sister was in the last year of primary and so we always played together at play time. When I moved up to the 2nd year (And my sister went to secondry school.) I cryed my eyes out on the 1st day because I wasn't able to play with her at playtime anymore.

 

[growingvegetables]

No - but I remember my Dad's workroom. He was a teacher in the secondary section of the school, so I'd go along to wait until his teaching day finished; only two memories - him popping in to roll and smoke a sly cigarette ( Hmm - that was back in the mid 50s.), and me sharpening his pencils.

 

[Accy cyclist]

My mum told me years after that i cried on my first day as i didn't want to leave her. I cycle past my old infants/junior school on the way back from the pub, it always brings back good (probably some rose tinted)memories of the old air raid shelter and the climbing net in the school hall that i fell from.

 

[Fnaar]

Changing things slightly, I remember my younger brother's first day at our secondary school... initiation larks abounded, and I found my brother in the cloakroom with a broom handle shoved through his blazer sleeves, across the back of his shoulders, and hung up on the coat hooks.

 

[dawesome]

Remember it clearly.

I was terrified, there was a lot of bullying and name-calling. I had my head put down the toilet and someone drew a spaffing cock on my jacket.

I went home in tears and the missus told me I should give up teaching.

 

[Over The Hill]

I was the first year to go without milk, although from the sounds of it that's no bad thing.

I cannot say i looked forward to that warm bottle of milk in the summer. Always rather yucky.

I hated school on the first day and my view really did not change for the next 11 years.

 

[MissTillyFlop]

I remeber my mum wailing like a freaking banshee and I remember being really excited because we got to sit on a blue carpet.

 

[dawesome]

I remember the free milk in a third of a pint bottle. I'd drink it trying hard not to look at the incredibly gruesome firework accident posters someone had pinned up all over the classroom.

 

[Toshiba Boy]

Remember it well.

1968, I don't remember much flower power at St Johns Primary School, but at least there was plenty of play-doh (sp?) to enjoy.

 

[Andrew_Culture]

but at least there was plenty of play-doh (sp?) to enjoy.

NOM!

 

[Rickshaw Phil]

I don't remember my first day at all. Hopefully that means it wasn't bad. What I do remember was that the school custard was so bad it made me throw up one day and I couldn't face custard for years afterwards.

Also, when I came to move up a year, my prospective new teacher scared me (can't recall why now). I got so wound up about it that it ended up with my parents moving me to another school slightly further away, which fortunately worked out better because it had links with our church.

 

[tyred]

I've spent 30 years trying to forget it.

 

[Accy cyclist]

I cannot say i looked forward to that warm bottle of milk in the summer. Always rather yucky.

I hated school on the first day and my view really did not change for the next 11 years.

Yuk! That warm curdling milk at the end of the day that was offered to any child who was brave enough to drink/eat it! The takers were usually the "problematic children" from the local council estate. I wasn't a milk fan so i always gave mine away to them, therefore gaining favours with these "problem children" and avoiding unwanted bullying, and gaining backup in case of other trouble!