I remember when we went to School Book Day, the day/s before the new school year starts when new school books/requirements are bought.
Come the first day at school, the Teacher said to get out all the new stuff we bought so we can begin class.
I vividly remember the plastic wrapped lined Folder pages.
On the front was written, “Never Pull out”
I became very worried. “How am I suppose to do what the Teacher asked if I am not allowed to pull the pages out of the wrapping” I asked myself.
I noticed other students ripping the plastic off and putting the sheets into their folders.
Then I read the whole sentence.
“The Loose-Leaf Sheets that Never Pull Out”
Dumb Klutz was I.
I think most remember their first day at school, it was a frightning experiece ,alone for the first time with no parents or siblings for support. 3.5 years old is far too young for any child , that was how old I was,
The Schoolboy (William Blake)
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me.
O! what sweet company.
But to go to school in a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn.
The little ones spend the day,
In sighing and dismay.
Ah! then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour,
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learnings bower,
Worn thro’ with the dreary shower.
How can the bird that is born for joy,
Sit in a cage and sing.
How can a child when fears annoy.
But droop his tender wing.
And forget his youthful spring.
O! father & mother. if buds are nip’d,
And blossoms blown away,
And if the tender plants are strip’d
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care’s dismay.
How shall the summer arise in joy.
Or the summer fruits appear.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy
Or bless the mellowing year.
When the blasts of winter appear.
My brother (8 years older than me) took me to school on the first day. I was OK with it. There was one lad who cried when his mother left him on the first few mornings but other than that, we all settled down. I remember being asked to copy numbers from the blackboard but couldn’t get the slope of two’s to go right. They told me to use the other (left) hand and I managed it OK.
I was once called into the headmistress’s office and asked to read what I’d written. I couldn’t so she lifted me and the book up to a mirror. I’d written my name backwards without knowing it.
My story of my childhood lack of awareness -
I was 4 years old and had just started infant school.
Our class teacher had told us that if we bought any sweets from the tuck shop during playtime we must eat them during playtime or place any uneaten sweets into a tin at the end of playtime and they would be returned to us at the end of the school day.
One day, another child told me that the school canteen sold ice lollies at playtime for 2d each and they were very nice, so the next day I took 2d of my pocket money to school and joined the queue at the canteen to buy an ice lolly during afternoon playtime.
Being a very polite and shy child, and very small, I kept giving way to bigger or more boisterous children behind me in the queue, so my place in the queue kept getting further and further back.
By the time I eventually reached the front of the queue and bought my lime green ice lolly, playtime was nearly over.
I only had time to give my ice lolly a few licks before we had to go back to the classroom, so I went to the classroom sweet tin and dutifully placed my uneaten ice lolly into it….
You can guess what had happened to my ice lolly by the time the Class Teacher opened the sweet tin at the end of the day to return all their uneaten sweets to the rest of the class - their sweets were all floating in the sticky green goo of my melted ice lolly!
In my defence, we did not have a fridge or a freezer at home and I had never had an ice lolly before, so I did not know it would turn to liquid at room temperature - Doh!
My BH has a similar story.One day at school it snowed.It rarely happens in this part of Oz.She put some in a pencil case to show her mum when she got home …