It was Tuesday the first of September when I started secondary school at St. Patrick’s College. As the eldest in my family I had no one to answer any of my worries or fears before I walked through the large iron gates on such a huge day in my life.
I could hardly get to sleep the night before because I was so nervous and excited at the same time. My alarm clock sounded at seven am and I put on my brand new uniform despite a lot of difficulty with the top button of my shirt. I ate little breakfast as I was very tense about the day ahead.
When I arrived at St. Patrick’s on the school bus Mr Howard was there to welcome us. His friendly words made me feel less anxious. Once the bell rang all first years had to go to the boy’s gym for an assembly. When we arrived Mr Rafferty, Mrs Corey and Mr Howard spoke about proper uniform, the rules and being on time for class. After they had told us everything I felt a bit panicky encase I was late for class or maybe if I failed to remember to do my homework. Before we were sorted into class groupings all first years were handed their first book, a homework diary. I really liked the front cover because it was bright and colourful. Shortly afterwards we were put into our classes. I was excited about finding out what class I would be in. The name of my class was Eight Derg and I was thrilled to find out that I was in the top class. I was happy there were two people from my primary school in my class and their names were Shane and Darren.
Our Form teacher brought us to our Form class and presented us with our time tables. At first I was puzzled, but slowly I got familiar with it. I got to know some boys in my class from Ardboe, Rock and Kildress. Some were shy, others were funny and chatty. I knew I would get on well with them.
I started to get hungry and was delighted and relieved when we were taken to the school canteen for something to eat. A real treat, a hotdog and ice cream. I could hardly believe my...
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