Your first day at school.

I started school at 3 - f/t nursery attached to primary school. Remember having a coat peg with a picture on it and camp beds being lined up for after-lunch nap

I started school at 4 happily, but remember lots of other chicks crying, there were no nurseries or playschools to break us in gently. It was 9 - 2 30, dreadful school lunch that had to all be eaten. I'm still unable to eat beetroot or custard (they weren't served together)

My first day at school stands out in my memory because I dropped my slate and broke it. I don't remember if there were consequences but I still have a remnant of guilt when I think of it.
I also remember wanting to be like the other children who went home for lunch.
Juggernaut - my brother was like you. Apparently on his second day of school he said 'had enough now, don't want to go to school again'.
It would be interesting to see answers to this question in 15 years time. My DS and DIL take videos and photos of my little GS constantly. I'd have loved the opportunity to watch videos of my family when I was a child. How times have changed.

My first day I was bullied and it continued. Remember her name and face to this day. Had a huge effect on my happiness and confidence meeting people ever since. Found her on Friends Reunited and mentioned it. Needless to say she didn't remember any of it and possibly didn't remember me!

On a lighter note mum would pick me up from school on her bicycle which had a seat for me on the back. There was a very steep downward hill on the way home. The nuts must have detached from bike and seat because I felt myself slowly reaching the ground and watched mum disappearing down the hill. I picked up the chair and stared dragging it down the hill. Mum was unaware of me 'disappearing' until someone at the bottom of the hill shouted to her and pointed to me! Charming! Even mum tried to get rid of me - or dad for not checking the bicycle!

First day at school probably scarred me for life! I remember that I could not believe that my mum would just LEAVE me there! People never bothered to talk to children in those days. However once I had settled in I did enjoy primary education on the whole. Apart from maths, but that's another story......

Juggernaut I was astonished when I was sent back to school the following day because I thought you just went for one day! It was only mornings at first too. I had no playgroup, nursery or kindergarten, so straight from all day every day with my mum and brother. I remember a girl in my class wetting herself and watching it flow down from her seat into a big puddle on the floor!

I remember it very well. A boy ripped most of the hair out of my doll's head and I accidentally knocked over the water in art and had to stand outside the classroom door as punishment.

I remember the classroom being so big and the main thing in it that I remember was a Wendy House. I remember the distribution of the milk, with the special thingy to get the top off, and the straw, with a little cloth put on the desk in case of spillage. I also remember that we had raffia mats which were put on the floor for us to have a nap on. Incredible! I have a very strong long-term memory, but forget what happened yesterday.....

My mother is German, and we've always had the "Schultüte" custom which JackyB mentioned. I have a photograph of my own daughter with hers, but not one of me, although I know I had one.

I remember being allocated my desk and when I lifted the lid there was a tin oxo box which contained red and blue counters. This was a suitable distraction for my Mum to take her leave. Yep, she was allowed into the classroom with me. Don't know if that would happen nowadays. I hear mention of buddies but know little else.

My first day at school was pretty unpleasant. I didn't know that my mum would come and collect me at the end of the day - I thought she'd left me for good!
To add to the trauma, I sat on one of the ancient desk seats and got a splinter in my bottom. I was too scared to say anything, so I just sat and wept quietly, which seemed to be ok with the teacher - she liked quiet children, and only hit me once that day. She used to carry a big ruler and whack everyone indiscriminately just to make sure we knew who was in charge.
I don't think such cruelty would be tolerated nowadays - there would be a court case and counsellors by the dozen!

On my first day at school we were each given a sheet of paper and a crayon (mine was an orange-red, I think). Half of us were told to draw a zigzag line and half a wavy line across the paper. I was in the wavy line set. I duly did as instructed, only to be told that I should have drawn my line at the top of the paper, not in the middle of it. No one had told us that! I was devastated at having got it wrong...

I can remember shopping for my uniform on Market Street in Manchester and then pulling my first tooth out before leaving home on my first day. We had to sit in the school hall for an assembly with our parents and we sang All Things Bright and Beautiful which was depicted in the stained glass windows - they fascinated me! My problem came at morning playtime, I thought that was it for the day and I took myself off home! My poor mum was distraught and all I could say was that at least it showed I knew my way home! I remember somebody coming to get me and hiding under the dining table. I finally returned after lunch feeling very sheepish and was always known as the little girl who ran home! I'm sweating now thinking about it and what the consequences could have been. It was a very different world in those days.

My mother and I sat in the school hall and had an interview with the HT and then I went into my classroom and was given a picture book and a bottle of milk. My teacher was Miss Haverd Jones . I was very happy to be starting school and I could already read.

I remember it. It was a little village school and we had no nursery or playgroups in those days and no pre visits.
I couldn't wait to go and loved it from the first moment!
I think that too much is made of it these days and it would be better for the child to have it low key. (But preparation and parents in the room etc is much better)

I screamed and yelled all the way to school because I thought my mother was taking me to a ballet class. Once I realised it was a real school I was fine.

I went to twelve different schools. How I hated all those first days although I can't remember the very first one.

I was four and it was a French convent in Egypt. I remember learning to use an abacus and that's about it.

I don't remember my first day or any other day in junior school apart from being told I loved it from day one I do remember my Nan picking me up after school but that was probably later I have no idea who took me on my first day probably Nan as mum worked and work used to start 8 till 6
I remember my first teacher and I remember the frieze of alphabet letters round the wall a big rocking horse in the corner a little book corner a Wendy house and a big bay window that looked out onto the beach
I stayed at the same school from 4.5 until 17

The infant school headmistress, Mrs. Haigh, taught the 2nd year pupils, and Mrs. Wilkinson taught the 3rd years. Everyone was scared of Mrs. Wilkinson, nobody wanted to go into her class. I can remember feeling very hard done by in a sewing lesson. I`d snipped my gym slip with the scissors, and she gave me the battle board, school punishment in those days, it was like a table tennis bat without the rubber, we got it on our backsides. I was most indignant, because it was MY gym slip, not hers, that I damaged!

My mother took me to the school, the infants classroom was separate from the main building. I knew the teacher , she lived in the same street as my grandfather and we lived about eight doors away from the school. My mother collected me for lunch then took me back to class. We had to lay our heads on our arms - folded on the table - for a nap, more play then we stood and sang 'Now The Day Is Over . We sang this at the end of every school day through
Infants and Junior years .

I remember my first day at school vividly ,,the teacher ,her hair style and her name and even her dress with its "sticky out petticoats" and yellow umbrellas on the fabric.I remeber the teacher asking who I would like to sit beside and the Italian boy who lives a few doors away from me thinking it was my younger sister who was starting and saying he would sit with her/me ...lol.I recently came across him on FB and yes he remembers Miss W and her umbrella dress too.School was half days only until the October break so it was home for lunch and a nap with mum and wee sister

My first day at school was also in 1948. I think my Mother took me. The classroom was at the back of the school. Infants downstairs, Juniors up. It wasn't called Reception then , probably Standard1. I only really remember the smell of the room and a very large rocking horse. We lived above my uncle's shop in Abertridwr, and could see the school across the green . After the first day I think I came and went on my own. Trouble was I had to pass a house which had a large black chow dog always sitting outside the front door. Someone had said that it's purple tongue was poisonous. I was always very afraid of it.
I don't remember my teachers in the infants, faces or names. That came later in a new Juniors

My dad took me as mum's grasp of English was still work in progress. I met my first chum called Sadie Kearns, played with most of the toys in the classroom then landed up being told off for fighting. ?
My big brother took me home with him for lunch then back again for afternoon lessons which I wasn't too happy about.
Mum was waiting for me at home time.
No photos or videos etc.
My school was in the centre of Birmingham and I lived in a back to back a few streets away, surrounded by bomb sites.
My, I do feel ancient!

I can remember being at school on my first day, in 1948, but can`t remember how I got there, or who with. The only photos are the official once a year school photos. The teacher was Mrs. Oxley, she must have been ancient because she had white hair, actually, she probably was, my step-father said she taught him a well. She sat at a very high wooden desk, painted white, with a couple of steps up to the seat. We had a nap mid morning, on camp beds, we`d get told off if Mrs. Oxley saw that we weren`t asleep! Liaise, I have one of those long photos of the whole school from when I was at Rochdale Girls Grammar, taken for the school`s 21st birthday in 1956. The photographer set us all up in a curve, but in the actual photo we`re all straight but the school building is curved.

I wasn't a weeping Mum either, nor were my children.

I kicked my heels up and went to the nearest town and had a lovely leisurely morning walking round the shops, after 5 years of always having children with me when I shopped or parking them briefly with DH/ grandparents while I dashed to somewhere to shop and came back, it was so nice to wander round in a leisurely manner on my own.

I couldn't understand the mums that cried at the gate when the took my children's classmates to school on their first days. The children yes, but not the mums. I was allowed to take D into the classroom on her first day, she immediately got stuck into playing and when I said "mummy is going now" just said "ok" without a backward glance
S was fine too.