SCHOOL/HELL....  TO ME THEY WERE ONE AND THE SAME.

Mostly.  I will admit I do have some good memories.  I did finally make some friends, and I fell in love for the first time.  The story of my life.
All of my sisters could read, and none of them would spend the time to teach me. Once a week the Green Grocer would come to the house and we would all go out and see the goodies in his van.  Mum would chat to him for while and we would pick out what we wanted.  I usually chose bananas.  They were beautiful in those days.  They were not stored somewhere for months they are these days.  The Green Grocer also brought us our comic books, and mums Womans Weekly, and dads Daily Mirror.  This was a huge stack of English papers stapled together.  I loved going through it and reading so many exciting stories. That was after I learnt to read.  My comic was Teddy Bear.  It  had stories about one main teddy, his name was.......wait for it............Teddy Bear. I loved this comic.  Funny thing is it taught me to read.  I would sit on my bed and study the pictures and think of the story and somehow I'd put words to the pics and eventually, the story and words were the same.  I started reading aloud, to mum and I think she was surprised.
At school, I was learning to cope (NO I WASN'T) without my sister being in my class.  The best bit was when we sat on the mat, and the teacher would pick someone to read to the rest of the class.  I was a showoff! I knew I was a great reader, and I always read more than I was supposed to.  There was one boy, and I know this is really wrong, but he always has pig styes in his eyes.  Big red lumps .  They were disgusting, and I couldn't stop gawking.
OMG! Just remembered.  We had show and tell just like they do these days.  All the kids were saying stuff, but I didn't have any thing.  I suddenly had a brain wave.(or more to the point, a brain drain) I put up my hand and teacher calls my name.  "What do you have to share with us today?"  Here goes I think to myself.  "My mummy is having twin babies!"  To this day I have no idea , I mean none! why I came up with that crock of total crap.  Boy was she surprised,  Not as surprised as my mum though. I guess somehow the teacher found out it was a fantasy pregnancy, cos the next day at lunch, when everyone went outside, she told me to stay where I was.  She left the room for a few moments, and when she came back, she had a man with her and he was carrying some sort of folded wood.  He unfolded it and placed it on the floor, and made it into a sort of a wall.  My teacher told me to step inside.  I did this, I wondering what was happening.I was told to sit on my bottom.  Once I did this the man closed the structure.  It was like I was shut up inside a tiny itty bitty room.  I started to cry (AGAIN), and my teacher said "This is punishment for lying about your mother"
Wouldn't happen now.  Total abuse.  I was a little kid!  I didn't hurt anyone. Jeeze!  What a bitch!  The other kids were outside the windows, pressing their ugly little faces against the window. Hateful little shits.
 
I don't know why, but things never went well for me at that school.  Like the day I received a bible.  I can't remember why I got it.  I knew one of the teachers was into bibles and mum said I could take it to school and show him.  I had it in my arms and the heavens opened. Quite apt really.  The rain ruined my bibles cover, and the page edges turned into spotty blotched soggy lumps.  Jeeze! What the?????? Oh well. Just one more thing to add to the list of........things.
It was mothers day on Sunday, and our school had a stall.  We had taken money a few days before and the teachers had gone out and spent the money on our behalf.  They set up tables outside and class by class we went to pic  out something for mum.  I chose a pretty little glass bowl.  I can still see it now.  It was gorgeous, and when the sunlight hit the glass it sent all these colours out.  Anyway, I was going back to class with my present, and some little turd, yeah, thats right, TURD, stuck his foot out and it went flying.  Of course I eventually hit the ground, but what was worse, my present did too. In so many
 places. It was shattered, and so was I.  So guess what I did?   Yup.  I cried.  Again.  But honestly, you would have too. The teacher on duty had seen what happened and the little turd got what for.  I wonder if he had to sit inside a tiny itty bitty room at lunch time.  Actually what happened was the teacher magically produced a pretty cup and saucer and plate set.  It was pretty, but I hadn't chosen it.  Mum kept that set for many years and i'm hoping it was cos she treasured it.

Then of course there was the petticoat episode.  My sister had just gotten (gotten?) this new petticoat.  I loved it.  It was gorgeous. It was white a half slip.  White material up top, then it changed material but there were sort of frills sewn on.  On the edge of each frill was a pretty coloured lace.  Like the first frill had yellow lace, then pink lace, all the way to the bottom.  It was a princess petticoat.  My sister loved it, but I'm positive no where near as much as I did.  I tried it on, without her knowing, and decided I had to show other people. Hence, another brain drain.  I got the scissors, and cut two arm holes just under the elastic.  Once I put it on, it came to below my knees.  I was beawdiful. I put it on under my uniform, and tied it in place with the belt.  When I got to school, I grabbed my friend and ran to the shelter sheds and stripped off my uniform.  Hussy! I looked gorgeous.  I don't know what possessed me to do it.  I cut up my sisters petticoat! It now had armholes.  In a half slip.  You just don't see that.  Needless to say, my sister had a spack attack! I can't remember if she slapped me around or not.  Well she probably did, and it was so traumatic for me that I've blocked it out.