First Day at School Memories
Your first day at school is probably a distant memory however it was a huge milestone in your life. It was the beginning of your educational journey. It was both a scary and exciting time. You felt like a big boy or girl walking into a big building with lots of other children feeling the exact same way. It’s nearly time for the new junior infants to start so we’ve decided to reminise about the first day at primary school. These stories have come from the web, our staff and our customers. Enjoy!
- My first day at primary school is as clear as day. I remember the excitement in the morning, putting on my new uniform and packing my bag. The journey to school was interesting riding through Galway City on the back of my mother’s bicycle. Then we arrived and I walked into the classroom. It seemed that I was the only child who was traumatised by the situation. Lots of little eyes looking at me cry while my mother tried to scramble away from me. I grasped onto her leg but eventually she got away. The kind teacher took me under her wing and quickly enough I forgot about my mother. A few minutes later I had lots of friends and I was having fun!
- Having a twin sister made school life pretty easy. I loved school and always had a pal! The first day of primary school was probably my favorite memory of all. Wearing matching Snoopy dresses with my twin and meeting kids that would end up to be life long friends = Awesome!
- I had a wonderful first day at primary school. My mother walked me to school, which was around the corner from my house. We unexpectedly found my teacher in the hallway and my mother introduced me to her. Miss Seuss took me by the hand and we walked to our classroom together and Mom went away. I was excited and anxious at the same time. What was going to happen next? It was only a half-day and I was in the afternoon class. I got switched to the morning class for some reason half way through the year and learned about getting up early.
- My first memory of school is the first day of primary school. It is my first day without the toys and a dress with a nice style. Primary school was far larger than my small crèche had been. It was a nice day. I pretended to be a good kid, sitting on my seat carefully. Listening to the teacher, a kind woman. I observed the small tables and the small chairs. Suddenly, a girl with a Snow White style dress was pushed into the classroom, crying loudly, by her grandparents, and made the classroom’s serious mood become funny. The teacher gave us a card with our name and gave us some stickers for the prices. I thought, ”It is just like our creché.” Then, the teacher brought us to look around the school. The feeling of the new place and new life is the most valuable thing. We had lessons in the afternoon; the textbooks were new, not like the old fairy tales books on the shelf in creché. With the smiles and laughs, we left our school. When I think about my first day in school, I feel that day is one of the most interesting things happened in my life.
- Former Minister for Education Ruairi Quinn has strong memories of his first day at St Michael’s in Dublin. “I started ‘big school’ after the Easter holidays of 1952. St Michael’s was a small school in those days, with fewer than 130 pupils. On my first day, my father brought me in at around 11am after the school day had started. We walked through the connecting corridor of rooms in the garden basement of that fine old house. I remember the smell of Jeyes fluid from the brushed timber floors. Fr Maguire, the school principal, greeted us. After a few words, my father left. Fr Maguire tapped on the window of the door of the junior classroom and the teacher welcomed me into a room with about six twin desks. I was given a slate and a piece of chalk and asked to sit beside Tim Crowe. I remember the smell of mala or plasticine and Tim’s friendly greeting and sniffy nose. He remains a friend of mine to this day.”
- All I can remember of my first day is being terrified, absolutely terrified, and finding it a very alien place. Part of the terror came from the intimidating Mercy nuns: they were in full regalia with great long veils and starched wimples and great breastplates of white, starched again. They scared the life out of me.
- I just remember the whole thing as a good experience and a good place to be. I don’t think I knew anybody when I started, but it wasn’t long until I got to know them. I was never a quiet child. I was always talking to other people. We spent the day playing with toys and talking to each other. I knew I had to be on my best behaviour because I was going into where my dad was working. But I don’t think I was that interested in learning then – I was kind of lazy.