Reminiscing about infant + junior school with girls on the bus ‘twas quite fun :)
I remembered once when Mr. Slater went a bit mad and sat the whole year in the hall and picked out the worst behaved boys and sat them in front with their backs to us in a line. Then he went on a rant about how they were letting the whole year down. And then shock horror mr slater stops and picks out a single person who’s sitting with us on the ‘good’ side - yells something about them talking / laughing when this is a very serious matter and tells them to sit with the badly behaved boys in front of us. Anticipation as we see who it is that has been caught out. Ultimate surprise when Mel stands up and sits at the front - mr slater obviously meant business if he was going to be harsh with a ‘good’ person. While the rest of us feel half worried for her and half relieved it wasn’t us :’)
Another thing I remember is that I was quite a goody two shoes *gasp* I know right. And I never had a detention (they only had breaktime ones in junior school) until year 5 when I got 5 in my first week! I was like wtf? It’s because my teacher mrs black hated me for some reason. It was because of mrs black that I also realised that I go bright red when I’m embarrassed - he picked me out after she said I had been talking (everyone else was too, she just disliked me) and I felt my face burning as the whole class was in silence and she stared at me. First time I ever blushed. It’s her fault. … :’)
Going back further I remember in year 1 when I was 6 and I was an angel in the nativity play - I was in the middle because I was tallest (damn genes) and we had to put our arms straight up in the air and hold them there. I let mine droop a bit because my arms were tired and the teachers were focusing on sorting out the shepherds or something - the evil mrs bird comes on stage and gets right in my face (remember I was 6) and says “Don’t you dare let your arms droop like that, you’re letting everyone else down, look at their lovely straight arms. I knew your brother and I’m disappointed, I expected more from you.”
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL.
Firstly - I WAS SIX.
Secondly - it was the nativity it wasn’t a west end show!!
Lastly - IT. WAS. A. REHEARSAL.
I don’t know what was wrong with her. My arms were tired. Back off you … meh.
Fun times at little school :’)