I remember when my mam said she was sending me to a new school; I was devastated.
I was only eleven. I didn’t want to go. I had lots of friends. I was good in school, never in trouble.
Mam said the new school was much nicer. There were fewer pupils in each class than my old school; they wore a lovely uniform. I’d make lots of new friends she said. I still didn’t want to go.
At my school, we didn’t wear a uniform and I liked having lots of girls in my class; although it did get a bit rowdy at times, and the queue for lunch was always huge.
I started my new school the following September. It was miles away. At first, Mam gave me and my sister a lift in her car. Then we had to start getting the bus. It took us ages to get there. While I was standing at the bus stop in the cold, my old friends were only getting up; they could walk to school, just like I used to. I missed walking to school.
As for the uniform; it was bottle green. I hated it.
It took me ages to settle in. I missed all of my pals. I still saw them after school, but it wasn’t the same. They got home ages before me and by the time I had my dinner and went out to play, it was nearly time to come back in again.
As time went by, I drifted apart from my old friends. I saw them less and less. I stopped missing them. I grew to love my new school. I made lots of new friends and, I even got to like the uniform.
That was over forty years ago and I still have the same friends today. I wouldn’t be without them.
It just goes to show you…your mammy is always right 🙂