So, I would like to tell you all about my school life. As you will all know I was born in Cambridge and started my school life at Sedley Infant school which was not a bad school got to say I think this would be my best school years. One day I remember at this school was when we all brought our swimming stuff in and we all went on the grass where they got out the fire hose pipe and we were allowed to play in the water from the hose pipe. They made sure no one was sprayed at the always pointed the hose pipe up in the air. I don’t remember many people from this school but I put it down to it’s been too long.
After Sedley, I went to Romsey Junior School which is where the bad school memories start and where I have some good school memories. When I first started here I knew a few people from my infant’s school but they seemed of changed over the summer they didn’t really talk to me but I didn’t really care I was at the age where I didn’t mind just going off and playing and talking to other children. I remember most of my play times I would either be playing den to den or there be a big group of us playing in and out the dusty bluebells. Sometimes I played cricket but that soon got removed from play times as one boy got hit in the face with the cricket bat.
I also broke my arm at this school. We went on a school trip can’t remember where it was but we were dressed up as Victorians. We were running late to be getting back on the coach so the teachers mad us run for the coach where I tripped over landed badly on my arm I knew from the fall straight away I had done something but they said I would fine and to get on the coach. After school, I told my mum what had happened and she said it would be okay. It wasn’t till late on when I was in too much pain that when went down the hospital. We didn’t think it was broken as I could still move my wrist and fingers. I had an x-ray and they gave me some painkillers which sent me a bit hypo. I went in to see the doctor who said I had fractured my wrist and would need it in plaster for 6 weeks. As we were walking down to the plaster from I was singing about having my arm in plaster which embarrassed my mum. I still remember her now telling me to shut up. I had a white plaster cast but on to start with I would have it changed at fracture clinic the next day or so which I then had it changed to a pink one. At school, I had to have help as I couldn’t write as it was so hard to write. I remember my dad came into the school after this cause he wasn’t happy that I had fractured my wrist on a school trip and they did nothing. I remember everyone at school even signed my cast. Well, that’s all I can remember from that school now on to my secondary schools.
Yes, I did say secondary schools. My first secondary school was Coleridge community college. It was the worst 2 years of secondary school I had. I was bullied for the whole 2 years I was there the final straw for my mum and dad is when the teacher walk me out to my dad’s car because I had just been in a fight and had a bad cut on my nose. Funny thing was one of the girls that caused the fight that day came to my house and said that I shouldn’t leave the school and she would be there for me if it happened again but I didn’t trust her. She comes to me that day told me what this girl was supposed to have said and she told the other girl I was supposed said something but that’s girls for you. One thing I do remember from the school is if you didn’t want to go to your lesson the music teacher would pretend she hadn’t seen you hiding out in the music rooms. That’s where I spent most of my time as I would just get hassle in my lesson so used to stay away from them.
To be continued