tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post5443750806561515184..comments2024-03-26T23:41:10.319+00:00Comments on Authors Electric: Starting School – 1960 and 2018, by Rosalie WarrenKatherine Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17196712319655603442noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-40604900233993721562018-10-05T21:10:35.938+01:002018-10-05T21:10:35.938+01:00Oh how Daisy has grown! I keep seeing her in my im...Oh how Daisy has grown! I keep seeing her in my imagination as much littler, but she's a real little schoolgirl now, isn't she?<br /><br />My first day at school, I was told by my mother, was both anarchic and hilarious, with the poor teacher trying vainly to get kids to line up, and me deciding it was all a huge joke, and running round the playground pursued by said teacher who could barely run for laughing (I have no recollection of this, but I've always liked the story.)<br /><br />I could write a great deal about bullying, both via other children, but also via a couple of horrendous teachers. Teachers were hugely respected when I was growing up, which often meant they could get away with near-murder - after all, who believed what kids said?<br />Enid Richemonthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17218197995089241666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-12375709697015466552018-10-04T18:04:37.943+01:002018-10-04T18:04:37.943+01:00My most bittersweet memories are of taking each of...My most bittersweet memories are of taking each of my daughters to kindergarten that first day for each of them respectively. Thank you for a lovely, intimate post about something every parent can relate to, yet experiences distictively. Umberto Tosihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04939504157464234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-73294305533666357252018-10-04T15:19:00.412+01:002018-10-04T15:19:00.412+01:00Yes, lovely memories (and awful ones, too). The di...Yes, lovely memories (and awful ones, too). The differences that have come along in such a relatively short time span are very significant. The seeds of both the loveliness and awfulness are still there, but others have been added. I think it's never easy starting school, but it seems to be getting worse. I hope Daisy rides the storm well.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345949773423764808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-6717557920852855692018-10-04T10:14:00.712+01:002018-10-04T10:14:00.712+01:00Oh,this brings back some memories!Not only my own ...Oh,this brings back some memories!Not only my own - how incomprehensible some things were at school at first - but my son, well-prepared for his first day, we thought, turning a desperate face to us and asking 'Where do I sleep?'My heart lurches even now when I think how anxious he must have been, and we didn't know until then! Sandra Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01761260568729338471noreply@blogger.com