Were school days the happiest days of your life? Maybe they were, maybe they weren't - but there's usually something that stands out in our memories about our school days. Why not share your stories here?
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OK. So, I will start with my own horror story.... when I was at junior school we had to drink those awful bottles of milk (yes, I know I'm showing my age!). The crates would be stacked outside on the playground and in winter there would be ice poking out of the top of the silver foil cap and in summer the contents would turn a mysterious yellow colour. In both cases the milk tasted foul. In the top class you could voluteer to wash the teachers' mugs in the staffroom after morning break which meant missing at least 15 minutes of the maths lesson (longer if you washed really slow). So, I volunteered on a regular basis. My teacher got wind of this and on one Friday morning, after I returned to class 20 minues late, she said, "thank you for washing the mugs. As a treat we have saved you an extra bottle of milk". That was the end of my volunteering and explains why I detest milk to this day!!
I think all my teachers liked me because I was so well behaved and quiet! (I honestly have no idea when the volume controls changed!)
Here are a few small memories of my primary school career!
Reception.....
Miss Bottomley must have been a Newly Qualified Teacher, she was so young and beautiful to a rising 5 year old! I made my entire family attend the school play.....I was a runner bean in the song " One potato, two potato"
Year 1 & Year 2....
Mrs Brown was nearing retirement. She let us have an vote on election day....stories won over sums! I played Mary in the Nativity and the Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz....you can see the pattern forming even then!
(I also remember being a milk monitor Mo!)
Year 3...
Writing a story about applying for Jim'll Fix It asking to be a teacher for a day.......I asked Mrs Madeley if I could do the register for her one day....I never did get the chance so continued to register my Sindys at home! I managed to get a part as an "Autumn Dancer".....starting a new school meant my obvious (?!) talents went unrecognised.
Jim never replied to my letter :(
Year 4....
Mrs Carrington was so strict. We did handwriting practice every week, copying a poem off the board which was always really long. More often than not, I'd get my book back with a big red line through the lot, asking me to sharpen my pencil and do it all again at lunchtime:(........I cried when I left her class at the end of the year. She cast me as Mrs Ham in Noah and his Floating Zoo. I got a fit of giggles doing the curtain call one night and ended up crying with laughter on stage! I never lived it down.
Year 5....Mr Townsend, I remember he told loads of ghost stories. He encouraged my poetry writing. He wrote his own Whodunnit play called "The Mystery of Mundy Hall". I was cast as the Nanny, Wendy Naughty....When they're naughty I send the kids to bed!
I found out recently that Mr Townsend is a Headteacher of a private school in Derby now.
Year 6...
Mrs Holmes kept a copy of my poetry work right through into her retirement and sent it to my mum when she thanked her for her retirement card. What dedication to keep work for so many years. I ran a music club with my friend Jennifer, we even provided biscuits and orange squash. I played the piano for assemblies because there was noone else to do it. For some reason that still astounds me, I was given the part of Sleeping Beauty and then proceeded to write the lyrics for all the songs.....even so, Prince Charming's mum still wouldn't let him kiss me!
I was half an hour late for my first day at school and had to have somebody show me where to hang my coat and where the outside toilet was.
It was a little two room village school in Kirk Hallam which is now a private house but aparently the coat pegs are still there; not sure about the loo though.
I was only there for a year before being moved to the newly built school up the road but I had a great time. I already knew the letters of the alphabet by the time I started and there was a big wooden plank above the teacher's desk which had the letters on and little pictures to go with them - Aa for apple, Bb for ball and so on. Do they still teach Round C and Kicking K?
The rooms had fire places in them with heavy cast iron fire guards around but the fire places were no longer used and were often used as a display area for arts & crafts that the children had done.
Dinner times involved everybody moving into the main, larger of the two rooms before being served their dinners by the teachers and dinner lady. The dinners actually came in heated metal boxes in the back of a van.
The main room had a weather house high up on the wall which never seemed to work and a grandfather clock and if you'd been especially good you'd be chosen by the head teacher to wind it up.
We had the usual harvest festival and christmas services at the nearby church and the vicarage lawn usually hosted the sports day, although that year it was raining so we had it indoors. I was in the egg & spoon race and had practiced beforehand having been told that if you drop the egg you have to go back to the start. I was disappointed when nobody else seemed to be using the same rules and just picked their eggs up and carried on walking. I was the only one not to drop the egg but I came last.
The year I started Juniors was the year my sister started Infants but due to a change in the rules she went to a different school so my Mum had me transferred to that school as well.
This school, Dalimore, seemed to my young eyes to be bigger and more impressive than the previous school I'd been to and this is where I learned useful skills like playing conkers and marbles and swapping bubble gum cards.
My favourite teacher there was Mr. Taylor who had three beehives in the school grounds and also taught us country dancing.
I also learned to play the recorder and melodica and was in the school choir and a smaller singing group one year which was made up of three boys and three girls from our class.
I still have some of my school work from those days and my Toilet Roll Santa made in my first year at school comes out every christmas and sits by the tree.
Like MF's teacher's mine liked me as they were always putting kisses on my homework.
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