I spoke to my Mum, a teacher, over the weekend and she reminded me that it is back to school time at home. Call me a nerd but I used to love this time of year. Buying my new uniforms, shoes, school bag, exercise and text books, hair ribbons and pens and pencils were very exciting. I think the year that going back to school stands out the most in my memory was in 1979 when I entered the First Form at The St. Joseph's Convent in St. George's. I would be starting school with all my friends, and following in my aunts’ and older cousins’ footsteps.
I remember that I couldn’t wait to also move up from Brownies to Girl Guides. I was so happy to be “big” and wearing my navy blue pleated skirt, and distinctive silver and navy striped tie. I was deathly scared though of having a certain teacher as my needlework and handwriting teacher because I had heard so many horrible stories about her from my cousins. And as I learnt I was right to be scared! To this day my handwriting sucks, probably because I was trembling too much during class! And I still can't embroider to save my life!
I was so excited to start learning Spanish, as well to have more than just one teacher! I remember bringing all my books to school with me the first day, like I used to at Primary school, because I didn’t realise that we wouldn’t be doing all the subjects everyday.
Ahhhh, those were the days. Even though I didn't finish my secondary schooling there, in my heart I will always be "a convent girl".