It’s mid-December now, which means past the upcoming Christmas and New Year holidays the new school year is about to begin. Depending on your attitude towards school, this would be either be an exciting or dreadful time! In this nostalgic post, The Wondering Wanderer remembers his first day in St Michael’s School in 1971.


TWW writes:

School life for me began one cool early morning in late December 1970. After a light breakfast of bread lightly toasted over the stove by my grandmother, spread with the SCS butter that my mother was fond of then, I dressed in the crisp white starched shirt and khaki shorts of my school uniform, sat on the sofa by the doorway to put the white socks and white shoes that seem to glow in the half light of dawn, and waited for my grandmother, who was to take me to the school bus pick up point. As I sat, a sense of anticipation, as well as a growing sense of trepidation came over me … it was for me, a journey into the unknown…

As I waited for the school bus at the foot of the block of flats, a light blue cardigan draped over me by my protective grandmother, I silently observed the many school children, dressed in different coloured uniforms, as they waited and then made their way down the staircase as their buses pulled up one by one. I was constantly on the look-out for a light blue minibus with the number 388 on the license plate. I suppose my grandmother would have brought me to the pick up point with a lot of time to spare, as I remember waiting for what seemed like an eternity before the minibus finally arrived.

You can read the full post at The Long and Winding Road. Do you remember your first day of Primary School? Why note share your experiences here on Yesterday.sg, in time for the new school term?