Recall your first day of school and write about it.
I remember my first day of first grade vividly. My school was called Our Lady of Mount Carmel and my first grade teacher was Sister Amelia, she had a beautiful singing voice and very strong hands. Our classroom was set up with six or seven rows of wooden chairs and desks and I sat in the first desk in the second row. This little boy Jimmy sat behind me and he was crying, I turned around to comfort him and Sister Amelia touched my hand to get my attention, when I turned my head back to the front of the class I got a huge slap across the face and I joined Jimmy in crying though he was crying for his mother and I was crying in pain and probably for my mother as well by that point. I never spoke out of turn after that. I kept my head down and my nose to the grindstone.
I feel like I’ve been slapped myself! How utterly dreadful. What did your parents say when you told them?
I didn’t tell my mother. I was too scared to say anything. Poor Jimmy he cried even more because all he wanted was his mommy, not a mean nun.
How things have changed!
What a horrible experience.
My grammar school was like that for everyone. Fear was a mighty weapon. Thank goodness my high school wasn’t like that.:)