School by Catherine C

My School days, when I was young looking back on them I used to wish that Monday would never come. I stood looking at the school gates; my tummy would heave and wish the gates would just lock on me. But back then you had no choice but go. If you dare to go back home my parents would give me a good rap. Just like the teacher did long ago. As I sat in my school desk with my books and copies & fountain pen and ink well.

Each day as I sat there with a couple more and we hear these words “you’re stupid thick you know” These words made me feel like an imbecile.

I often asked for help “get on with it,” and I would crawl back into my shell.

The Children with more brains than me and better clothing, for I come from a big family, they would call me names, "you’re so stupid thick and poor so just go away from me". The day I finished school for good I thought Thank God I will never hear those words any more.

As time passed for me I settled down and started a family. Things were tough and words like "you’re stupid and thick you know", and I said in silence to myself may people see more than I know. It like my heart was prized in two. I felt like I was caught in time and did not know which way to go.

Until the I got my interview in VTOS, as I walked to the door, will I able for this I just don’t know. From time to time I could hear these words in my mind “sure you’re thick and stupid you know”

For the image in my head is slowly dying day by day, it was the best thing I have done and this is going back to school again.