Ah...St. Anselms Primary School...you were so awesome, we had some great times. :D
Then there was Salvatorian...what a bunch of feckin' tossers. ;D
I started to think about my past schools a little while ago, and damn, the memories flooded into my mind.
First, St. Anselms teachers. Well for one, the lunch monitor lady thing had this tainted hand. If she picked up my Strawberry Ribena, it would suddenly taste like crap. Even if her fingernails touched it, it suddenly tasted nasty. What was up with her? 0-0
Oh and one time in year 1 when I wouldn't walk in a straight line, my teacher Miss King grabbed my hand and walked me all the way back to class. Afterwards, my hand smelled funny.
And, in Anselms, when the break was over, a whistle was blown and you had to stand still.
In reception, me and a friend of mine Gary, we'd just keep running around and playing. The teachers would power-walk after us
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