For those of us who remember the first few days at school, it is mostly a sensory nightmare, an all-consuming environment that couldn’t even be navigated with a map. You’ve been thrown in at the deep end with only a pencil case and book bag for company.
I remember my very first day at Secondary school, we were made to line-up along a very dark corridor and then shake hands with the headmistress- fairly nerve-wracking when you’ve just found out that she used to be in the female England rugby team. She was a force to be reckoned with and had a killer handshake.
Well, that’s what I thought at the time. Now, when I see the ex-headmistress in question at my local supermarket buying wholemeal bread, she doesn’t bother me so much!
Do you have a particularly memorable story or picture about your formative time at school? Do you still cower in fear when you hear the name "Mrs Davidson"? If so, then you can share it with us on our Twitter and Facebook accounts, or in the comments below.
*Image: Lois Lowry, 2009
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