How do you remember primary school?

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The more I think about it I realise I was mostly unhappy. I was fortunate that I was smart and top of the class for maths and was liked by the teachers. But I've been remembering the bullying I've experienced. There was teasing, name calling and the general being excluded from playing with others the playground or in the classroom. This was from multiple people who simply didn't want me to play with them.

I also got beat up multiple times. I was hit with a cricket bat and my worst memory is being beaten up by a classmate in the playground. This classmate would then go out of their way to annoy me by constantly following me around, sitting with me and being a general nuisance. He also used to enjoy reminding me that he beat me up.

And FFS the stress of the 11+ ruined my mental health. (I thankfully got into a grammar school)

Other than the nuns, this could be me.

I would add teachers who wielded leather straps and used them very freely; one ( never married) teacher who struggled with Living & Growing ; being encouraged not to be to clever - know your place.

Rural Scotland. Hated it. Moved to city for Secondary and just blossomed.

I remember friends, teachers who were kind; two who weren’t, but who didn’t bother me too much. A brilliant headteacher who gave her whole to the school. Lots of sunshine (it was the mid-late 70s. A forward thinking curriculum, with lots of creativity (my parents moved to be near to the school for that reason). I learnt a lot of useful things- times tables; poetry and creative writing; basic cookery; how to play the guitar.

I remember being into Alfred Hitchcock and Gerald Durrell books; ABBA and Diana Ross songs. I walked to school alone and called for friends on the way.

We walked on our hands across the school field; played marbles by the grids on the playground; built grass forts when the field had been cut.

The dinners were fabulous, except for the milk puddings 🤢😂.

Happy memories. Nuns, usually Irish. I can’t think of anything I disliked about it.

I was at primary school in the 1960/70s. I mostly loved it but I was not good with numbers and ended up in a remedial class. I am smart with several university degrees now but that feeling of being a bit stupid has never left me.

I’m so sorry for those who had a tough time, it’s so sad to hear.

I’m very lucky: 99% positive memories, incredible teachers, caring dinnerladies and a wonderful atmosphere. In my mind it’s always summer when I think of primary school because the memories are so happy and carefree if that makes sense? It was the 90s. School plays, sports days, watching Geordie Racer and Badger Girl, summer fetes, pink custard with school dinner, hymns on overhead projector, Whigfield Saturday Night at the disco, the apparatus in PE…

I loved primary, secondary and 6th form. I seem to be unusual in this. In primary I actually cried when I had to to stop off for holidays

I loved School dinners.
it was a very small school in the countryside, run by a headmaster married to the head mistress and three of the pupils belonged to them.
We did lots of crafts, and at Christmas turned an old Turkish delight box into a jewel chest for our Mums. There was an allotment where we grew veg. We Also had a tiny plot next to the playground to grow flowers.
Sports day once a year, after the farmer moved the cows out and fenced off an area, hopefully free of cowpats.
Once a week we had music and movement and an old chap played the piano for dancing.
Dressed up as a flower girl for a town hall parade to commemorate the Coronation in 1953.
Every Friday, the last lesson was from the head master reading to us- Three men in a boat, England their England and The wind in the willows.
Once a year we had a trip to Walton on the naze. We had fish and chips there, made sandcastles, and on the way back stopped to buy strawberries. We looked forward with great anticipation to this trip. I remember my mum telling me not to get my new white sandals dirty.
I do remember those days fondly, but there were also bad times, which we survived.