Tuesday 30 June 1987

…It might have been my last Tuesday as primary school but it was also my first
Tuesday at secondary school.
This morning I was at Woodbrook for an induction, and there is another one –
DREAD! – tomorrow.
It did not begin well.
Me and Eddie are in Mr Elliot’s class, and will be, always and all the time,
for the whole of the next year.
1SE is the class code, room 10 is the number, yugggh is the teacher.
People said that he is the strictest teacher in the whole school.
I hope not.
We did a tour of the school, some work about the rules of the class and read a
booklet about the school.
Then at lunch I chose: one sausage, 17p; chips, 25p; a glass of orange, 18p; and
a chocolate biscuit, 11p.
That’s 71p in total for just one day!…

I’d been given one pound to spend on lunch, so I ended the day 29 pence up. The 1980s had finally arrived. (I could have made more, had I spotted the free jug of tap water and tray of empty glasses.)

The induction only lasted until around 2pm, after which we all returned to our respective primary schools. My diary notes how, as I walked into the playground, everything suddenly felt a lot smaller. Even the children in the other classes looked shorter. Having spent the morning being towered over by intimidating teenagers, this was rather reassuring. A pity it’d all be over by the end of the week.

One thought on “Tuesday 30 June 1987

  1. One of the reasons why I liked being in the final year of primary school was being the biggest kids there. I still had horrible memories of being in the first year juniors and being sent to top juniors on an errand, and forgetting to close the door when I’d finished, and one of the pupils – not the teacher, a pupil – bellowed out “were you born in a barnyard?” and I ran away, terrified. At an eleven year old. However ill-manned I was, though, surely far worse was the teacher allowing one of their pupils to shout.

    As well as moving up to big school I was also coming to the end of my career in the Cubs and attended a Scout meeting to consider graduating, but the Scouts all seemed ten times the size of me and were always running around, fighting and generally acting in a boistrous manner, so I decided I didn’t want to join the Scouts because it was too rough. Not enough sitting around quietly for my liking.

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