Your First Day Of School

I can remember going to secondary school on my first day, nothing much about the actual day though. And I can't remember my first day at primary school at all, but I couldn't even when I was 10 - I had to write an essay about it for my 11+ but had to make it all up because I couldn't remember a thing about it. I can still remember having to write the essay though!

The only thing I remember about my first day at secondary school was that I walked to school with my mum and the other kid off my estate who went to the same school was being driven by his parents and they stopped to give us a lift and my mum said no because they were a "rough" family. Which they were, he was expelled a year or 2 later. It was still pretty embarrassing. He tried to beat me up a few years later but didn't get very far.

can't remember a thing, sorry.

i can remember pretty clearly walking down the hall in my primary school, but exactly when it was i couldn't say.

The only thing I can really remember is saying goodbye to my mum in the playground and then being taken in by my teacher who gave me some painting to do. I remember enjoying the day, but being really pissed off the next day when I was told I had to keep getting up and going back FOREVER.

First day of school? Sheesh, way to remind me I'm ancient. ;-) I do have "flashes" but not of the first day. I remember sitting in class with a migraine attack telling me friend that I would have to puke right there on the spot if I didn't run to the loo. I also remember standing in front of the class squealing and everyone laughing. It was a singing test, but I think cats sing better than I did that day. Stuff like that. The first day of (any) school year I can't remember. At all.

I remember enjoying the day, but being really pissed off the next day when I was told I had to keep getting up and going back FOREVER.

That's similar to my experience. The whole going back the next day then the next day and so on bothered me a bit. At the end of the first week the teacher told us we now had two day off and the whole class cheered.

I remember my mum walking me up to the school doors, and, a bit later being shown the coatpegs and then being sheparded into my first class along with everyone else.
At playtime I sat on my own and ate a bag of Ready Salted Walker's crisps. There was painting and fun with sticklebricks - I think - and I made friends with a boy named Chris. He became my first best freind and we would do everything together during my whole time at primary school. I lost touch with him after that though. Apparently he's now a millionare businessman living with his family in Wolverhampton. And I'm fucking nothing. Makes you think, doesn't it? Well, it makes me bloody well think.

1)Being annoyed when the teacher misheard my name and thought I was called Jeremy.
2)Building ray guns* out of plastic blocks and pretending to be Luke Skywalker.
3)Using the girls' toilet by mistake as I couldn't read the words on the doors.

*not actual ray guns

Also, not actually on my first day, but during my first year I was terrorized by one of the S1mps0n twins. They were identical, but one was friendly and the other was evil. The evil one would approach me and pretend to be the good one: then he would corner me and pretend to be a dalek and kept shouting 'exterminate' at me. At the age of five I found this quite frightening, but I don't think it would trouble me to the same extent today.

My dad drove me to my first day at school. I remember sitting in the back seat looking down at the spanking new satchel resting on my knees. The satchel was light blue with brown edging and contained a spiral-bound notebook and a pencil. That's my only memory of the day, but it's a really vivid one.

there were games. it was nice, warm. nice colours in the room.
i couldn't get the polythene wrapper of my biscuits. my satchel was hard to fasten.

can't remember the first day of any of the three schools i went to, which on balance is pretty odd since i was 13 when i sent to No.3 and i can remember loads of stuff before then.

i can remember the first day of uni though, surrounded by people looking nervous and embarrassed and unsure how to act when they say goodbye to their half-crying parents for the first time ever, in public. whereas i just said cheerio like i'd always done and started unpacking (hi-fi first obv).

I can remember both my first day at Playschool and my first day at actual school. I think maybe I went to Playschool a few times a week to prepare me for the shock of real school. But the very first day I clearly remember screaming and crying until my Mum took me home again.

Then the first day of actual school I remember being brought in and meeting the teacher, Miss Finnan. Then I was put at a little table with Andrew (who I'd have a chat to if I saw today, was good friends with him all the way through primary school, then in recent years went to clubs and stuff occasionally), these twins whom I still see around but whose names I don't know, and one or two other kids whom I can't remember.

I guess they were short of teachers as we were taught within a class that was a year older. I remember not being able to tell purple crayons from black ones, cos I was colour blind I suppose, as I am today.

As for secondary school I remember it well too. The jumper was incredibly hot and heavy, they'd just got a new one, a big thick fishermans jumper that weighed you down. Also my bag was intensely heavy.

I was sitting beside a boy called Eoin Kenny, who was a decent guy really whom I'd have a chat with occasionally through the 6 years of school. I also remember lots of long pompous speeches about "why we are here, in this school today, SPIRITUALLY" blah blah blah.......to which I said, loudly, cheeky little shit that I was "to win the rugby senior cup".

A teacher behind me said "well done young man", hopefully he realised I was taking the piss rather than resoundingly endorsing the school's rugby obsession. I think it was Mr Thuillier, he was a decent sort. What a posh school I was in!

I can remember being excited to go home and tell my brothers about how I'd got in, after years of hearing about various teachers and stuff. I'd say to be honest, secondary school was scarier than primary or my first day of school.

You've more challenges converging at that time of your life.

First day of college: I was recovering from shingles but not too badly off, this made a good story to tell people. I can remember going to a class and the weird situation of being adult enough to just swallow embarassment and turn around and say "Hi I'm Ronan" to the first two people I saw, who were Conor and Kevin.

I still see Conor regularly enough, Kevin not so much. College was easy really in terms of getting to know people as my class was small, 40 people or so. Though I think I changed more in those 4 years than in the 6 years of school.

how I'd got on I mean...

first day of secondary school: i remember a couple of things. 1 is me and the two friends i was travelling to school with all quite excited about the whole concept of having to get the Metropolitan Line a couple of stops for reasons other than social/leisure. i had been sick the night before due to subconscious anxiety but the day passed by OK. we all assembled in the playground and got separated into five different classes and then met our form tutor who said she would crucify us if we misbehaved. luckily she turned out to be ace and remained my form tutor right up til GCSEs. don't remember anything in terms of what we actually did/talked about in classes. i got into a fight a few days in - one of those dumb situations where you think someone pushed you/they think you pushed them. i'm not really in touch with anyone from there now except a couple of guys i already knew from primary school.

I remember nursery school quite a bit, but not the first day. It was a Jewish school and my mom always bitched about having to come up with kosher lunches to pack because we never kept kosher at home and I made it difficult by hating both tuna fish salad sandwiches and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She'd say "for gods sake, this is ridiculous" like every morning while trying to come up with something for me to take.

Kindergarten:

Am walked to the door by my father and infant brother. We find my apple-shaped nametag on a table outside. I go in and sit down with the other kids and my brother is made to wave good-bye to me.

After a brief intro to school by the teacher (whom I still know) we are allowed free time and I immediately jump up and run to the play kitchen. I run smack into a girl named Judy and we remain best friends until she moves away in the 3rd grade.

Glad to see that I'm not the only one who can remember a lot from kindergarten, I feel less of a freak.

I <3 school so it was a magical day for me.

as the teacher attempted to arrange us in alphabetical order, get our names right, and teach us the pledge of allegiance, i decided the kid sitting two rows in front of me and slightly to the right was my mortal enemy.

months of pointless mutual antagonism ended in a vicious fight over use of the tinker-toys.

Did he smell like bologna?

also on the first day, i think (this is kindergarten), i decided that the blonde girl was the single most beautiful woman i'd ever seen and i was madly in love with her. i couldn't say a single word to her the entire year.

i was kind of a dramatic five-year-old.

Glad to see that I'm not the only one who can remember a lot from kindergarten, I feel less of a freak.

Wah? I remember lots as well. Even have a vague recollection of a day at the crèche.

First day of school when I was 4 - I remember being scared and upset when I went in and happy and rosy-cheeked when I came out. I remember being surprised that we had to leave our coats on hooks, and that my teacher was very old.

I know I was best friends with a short-haired girl called Josephine - holla if, uh, you are called Josephine and went to Hurlingham School in 1978! - but I can't remember when I met her.

I remember plenty from playschool, infants, juniors etc, just not the first days of any of them.

Man, are we talking first day in any sort of school set-up? In that case it was a Montessori school in Hawaii and I think I learned how to tie my shoes.

successfully repressed this

The second day, however, haunts your brain.

I remember walking to my classroom for the first time; I was very proud to have memorized where my classroom was. Then some cunty bitch teacher in the hall stopped me and pointed and said "Your class is down there!" and I shouted "I KNOW, I KNOW!" Other than that, I don't remember anything specific.

I remember bits and pieces of kindergarten but not the first day. First day of primary school - my friend N asked me my name and what kindergarten I went to. She was the first person I talked to and we ended up being best friends throughout primary school. I also remember another girl, whose name I can't recall, crying and me sharing my lunch (chicken nuggets) with her.

And then me and N went to different secondary schools and didn't see each other for five years until I randomly ran into her at the student union in college - which was awesome.

Strangely, I don't remember much from the first day of secondary school. But sec school was mostly a traumatic time anyway.

I got stung on the knee by a wasp on my first day at primary school.

First day of secondary school, I don't really want to talk about. Being bullied and picked on by sodding TEACHERS isn't really the sort of thing I dwell on that much any more (but Mr Morrison, if you're reading this, fuck you, you pathetic small excuse for a man. If clever ten year olds intimidate you, you should maybe rethink your career.).

Teacher who assaulted me when I was 12 still works at my old school. That makes me absurdly angry when I think about it.

Why absurd?? Report the fucker! Also ailsa that sucks.

Well, it was 18 years ago, there's no evidence, etc.

I just wish I was on better terms with my dad when I was that age, and had known that if I had told him, he would have gone down to the school and beaten the shit out of the cunt. But I wasn't and didn't.

I wasn't the only one he did that to either.

There were rumours around the school that he was once a brilliant teacher, but had some kind of accident playing rugby, so now he has a plate in his head that turned him into a psychopath.

I dunno if there are a number of you an enquiry should be pretty easy to force. At least in this day and age he can't get away with it. Sorry though, no one should have to go through that!

Ailsa went to secondary school at 10??
I can't remember my 1st day at my 1st primary school, but can remember starting the other primary schools and secondary school.

First day of pre-k: Don't remember.

First day of Kindergarten: Got in trouble, had to sit out recess. Kind of a prophecy of my life in school (Literally. The same thing happened in 1st grade and maybe also in 2nd).

I remember walking to my classroom for the first time; I was very proud to have memorized where my classroom was. Then some cunty bitch teacher in the hall stopped me and pointed and said "Your class is down there!" and I shouted "I KNOW, I KNOW!"

This is fantastic =D

I remember pretty much nothing of my first day of kindergarten but I have a vague memory of playing with legos or something. Also, I think I was sick, but then again I'm always sick.

In my case, I also remember the visit we made at the end of the previous school year to meet the teacher, Mrs Gillespie, who still teaches in the town and sees my mum from time to time - my mum had to discuss scope for dealing with my hospital schedule but also let the teacher see that I could read at some ridiculous level, and draw, so I would be able to keep up. On the actual first day, nothing beats turning up wearing a chemo wig with chin ties crocheted by my mum; also there's a photo of me and the girl from across the street lined up with our name-tags on. Hated the wig: itchy as fuck and there was something Carole Channing about it. When I got to the kindergarten I discovered I was the only kid who wasn't able to tie shoelaces or repeat my phone number. The wig with ties was obviously a bit of a Glamour DON'T so the following day - class pictures day - I managed to 'forget' it at home.

i remember kindergarten, not the first day much though. i had a weird teacher. she would mispronounce dinosaur names and i would correct her and i'd get in trouble for it.

I started primary school weeks late from ill-ness, and I'm still to this day mildly pissed off at how useless the teacher was in accommodating this.

I spent the break-time by myself as she hadn't introduced me to anyone. And after the break, I didn't realise that there was a change of class-room and couldn't work out where my class had gone too.

Useless fuckers (this was an 'international school' for ex-pats kids in Africa).

Ailsa went to secondary school at 10??

Yes, I went to secondary school at 10. Your point?

my mum had to discuss scope for dealing with my hospital schedule

Not as serious as Suzy but I had a neurological disorder that made me miss almost all of the first grade, unable to walk. I had a homebound teacher for most of the year which seemed kind of pointless. During this time my real teacher, Mrs. Turnage, sent a pillowcase with embroidery instructions and materials along with my work.

I thought of this recently and wish I could thank her as I think this helped launch a life-long love of needlework/sewing. I'm now forming plans to start a business along these lines and am sure her care package deserves some of the credit. </sappy>

mum dropped me off.

i ran back out after her.

she took me back inside.

i cried, a lot.

mrs bradley, the teacher, told me not to cry because it'd make it rain, and she'd put her washing out. this made me laugh.

someone pissed his pants, and i was relieved it wasn't me. i began to relax.

a long time ago now, that [WARNING: SHIT JOKE ALERT] first day of secondary school. can't remember primary at all.

My mam told me that it was just a trial day thingy and that there was none the next day. It was not true. I played Mobilo with a kid I already knew.

actually, first day of secondary school was a lot bleaker. i turned up in my shiny new uniform -- with LONG TROUSERS, woo -- and what i thought was a cool new pair of shoes, bought -- obviously -- by my mum, but chosen by me.

they were kind of rounded. everyone else's were kind of pointed.

from that one tiny moment on, i had a long fight back up the pecking order.

i remember trying to cut them up with a penknife.

My stepmother walked me down an eerily misty early morning path alongside the South Fork of the Merced river (I was sure every invisible rustling to our right was a coyote like the one that had killed my pet rabbit and concerned that teh roar of the river wouldn't give me enough forewarning of their attack) and across the spooky and dark New England-style covered bridge to the post office and waited with me for the bus that took me from Wawona down to Oakhurst. It took almost an hour to go about 25 miles and I remember being slightly queasy when we finally arrived. At school, our teachers met us and took roll and led us to our classroom. I remember a little kid named Jon crying his eyes out 'cause he wanted his mother. I couldn't understand 'cause I thought it would fun to be away from the 'rents for a while. I was shocked at how few kids knew how to read.

as far as i recall (kindergarten):

a. cried fiercely on the way
b. fine once i got there
c. fucking bored within minutes