First day at school

Treetops05

I don't, but I do remember moving age 9 from Mt school to another following a row between my Dad and the 'dinner ladies'. I was in tears for weeks, as I apparently came from the posh estate, so was a target for town bullies until I left school at 16. Unreal that at 30 I trained as a school teacher :/

We moved to Derbyshire when I was 8 and from private (useless educationally) private school to village school with Nazi nuns! Got pushed in hawthorn bushes for couple of weeks every day u til I fought back, nobody bothered me after that and I struggled with work as apparently our education in how to curtsey, address an arch bishop , the whole gamut of the royal families' names and ranks, difference between different aristos. Also to be able speak a little french ,exemplary table manners along with elocution and deportment didn't seem to have much relevance in the real world!! I wasn't going to marry a diplomat after all, quel surprise😭🤣

I'm so glad I'm not the only one who cried on their first day at school! It was in South London and although I made a friend I never felt I fitted in. I was very proud of my handwriting and one day the class had to show the headmistress our work. She was very dismissive and told me my writing was much too small and I cried again! My lovely teacher, Miss Field, comforted me and even gave me a shilling! I remember she was quite angry about what the headmistress had said.
Age 9 and we moved to Hertfordshire. My new primary school was just across the road from our house and I loved it. I was even picked for the school netball team!

When I was at infants and juniors in the 1950s, you rarely Asian people. A girl joined the school whose father was Asian. A teacher regularly sent her home to 'Have a wash. Your skin looks dirty'. That poor child.

I started in a Glasgow state primary in 1942. My parents were living in the city because of my father's post ing as a civil engineer with the Ministry of Works. I must have been five and a half, as the classroom had been arranged with portable black boards draped with airforce blankets as a backdrop for a Christmas show. Teacher was pleasant and steered me to a double desk. All writing and number work was done on wooden framed slates using a slate pencil, presumably because of the dire paper shortage. At the end of the day I was put on a train with other children to be carried a few stops to the suburb in which we lived and were met by a parent. No supervision on the train as far as I recall.I have no idea why the school was so far away

The teacher told my mum I kept on asking what the time was. Mum had said ‘I’ll pick you up at 12oclock’.

The different smells of raincoats in the cloakroom, the smell of wool when we had knitting , the lunch time smells of dinner,
The art room with the smells of paint . And the smell of the boy who sat next to me 😫. We were put together as we were both redheads (carrot-tops). I hated him !

I went to eight primary schools, as mentioned way back in this thread. My father was in the army and we were constanatly on the move. I only spent 3 weeks at the first one. my stay at the remaining seven varied from a term to 5 terms.

I cant say, I really enjoyed any of them. I loved lessons and was a voracious reader, but always felt as if I was on the outside looking in. There were a number of reasons for this that I understand as an adult, but obviously didn't at the time. I wasn't a loner and usually had a few good friends.

Gingster

The teacher told my mum I kept on asking what the time was. Mum had said ‘I’ll pick you up at 12oclock’.

The different smells of raincoats in the cloakroom, the smell of wool when we had knitting , the lunch time smells of dinner,
The art room with the smells of paint . And the smell of the boy who sat next to me 😫. We were put together as we were both redheads (carrot-tops). I hated him !

Until I read this I’d just assumed you loved the Cornish pasties that go by the same name. 😂

I have good memories of my primary school but no clear memory of my first day.
Grammar school however was a whole different ball game! There were more girls who passed the 11 plus that year than was predicted, which meant a shortage of girls places. A boys grammar school which had plans to convert into co-ed the following year was hastily pressed into service and so 35 of us girls found ourselves amongst 465 boys......! The girls toilets where in name only, with a cardboard sign saying 'Ladies' drawing pinned to the door. This was quickly altered by the boys with the 'i' and 'e' torn out and the 's' moved up so it read 'Lads'........ which meant (according to them) that they could come in! This was quickly sorted but the trauma of sitting on the loo in a cubicle and hearing the self flushing urinal 'wall' go off was too much for my delicate upbringing!! It frightened me so much I stood up too quickly... before I'd finished what I was doing. I had no idea what the noise was and was terrified of coming out of the cubicle because I didn't know what I was going to encounter.
I could go on but I'm sure you get the gist. Eventually of course it evened itself out over subsequent years and I look back on those with great fondness. But I still take great pleasure in telling people I went to a boys grammar school..........