So continues my life story.
Senior infants, now what do I remember about senior infants.For some weird reason one of the things that comes to mind with senior infants is an argument that I wasn't even involved in. I remember it was a sunny day and Ms. McGuiness had given us english work to do. Out of nowhere there was a loud argument raising from the corner of the room. Apparently Sinead and Larney were having a massive debate. Ms McGuiness was all like "Y U NO WORK", then Larney turns around and was all "COZ WE DISCUSSIN". What came next shattered my young fragile mind.
Ms. McGuiness asked Kevin what they were arguing about then Kevin was all like I shouldn't say but then he did. They were wondering if you said fuck (or was it feck) in a song then was it a bad thing. To my shock Ms. McGuiness didn't seem bothered a 5 year old had just cursed and instead was all like "It's fine I suppose". I remember from that moment on a lot of the class starting talking like sailors when the teachers wern't around, I mean there we were at 5 and 6 and we were cursing more than my uncle in the Greyhound Inn.
That guy I was talking about in the last post, Meehal, he left Darver school that year. I vividly remember him telling us that he was leaving, it was about a month or two after he fainted and hit his head off the corner of a desk. At the time I didn't really care, I mean I remember I talked to him a lot in school and all but I just couldn't care less if he left or not. I don't think I ever saw him again after that, hell I don't have a clue what he even looked like anymore. All I remember is that he had short blond hair, that's about it.
As I remember it when he left Aine arrived as if taking his spot in the class. I'm not sure when Niamh arrived or if she was there from the start, I think she arrived later on though. I don't think in the entirety of the time I was at primary that I spoke to her even once, seems crazy now since the class was so small, she was just insanely shy I suppose. It must have sucked for Sinead during the time before first class though, she must have been the only girl in the class I think.
This was the year people started inviting others to birthday parties. I remember I intentionally didn't invite two people to mine as I really didn't like them at the time, damn I was an asshole. My birthday party was not an interesting one I pretty much took everyone over ot my house and messed about for a few hours. There was like this random pile of sand we messed about it in for awhile, that's about all I remember. I would look through old photo albums but I find myself jealous of how tanned I used to be and therefore stay away from them, like srsly skin start getting darker, gah! D:
Back at this age I had terrible eczema on my hands. I mean it was the pits man. It didn't go away till like the start of secondary but at this point it was at its worst. Like my hands were split open in places and yeah it was creepy as hell. So yeah that really sucked at the time.
This was the first year I remember of the Patrick arc of best friend thing. The whole best friend thing I mentioned in a previous post spun out of control in this year. You had to have a best friend in this year or you were a schloser. I drifted away from Andrew from this point and became friends with Patrick. Looking back he was a social genius. He knew how to play people off one another at the age of five, back then of course it was impossible to see it. I remember he turned Barry against me at some point in senior infants and that hate towards me never went away till like 2nd year of secondary school. Then again maybe I did something bad back then I can't remember, who knows, maybe some day he'll write a blog of his own and we'll figure it out.
This was the last year I came first in the sports day I think. From this point on Andrew would edge out victories against me in the sprint. In my defense I wasn't a sporty fellow, this was pretty much the one time a year I ran, I guess I just got good sprinting abilities, he on the other hand played football erry'day. I always hated sports day cause my family made it out to be a massive thing for me. OH MARK'S GONNA WIN BIG THIS YEAR HAHAHA. There was always too much pressure, I just wanted to have fun :\
This year was my first run in with Badminton! I remember being taken to the Darver community centre with my brother and walking in. Sadly I got turned away at the door though. Seems you had to be in at least second class to play, they weren't a 'babysitters'. Adults can be cruel.
This was the last year I was ever in the same school as my brother. I never really saw him that much anyway. He went off to the Marist afterwards which I would eventually follow him to but that's a story for another day.
Throughout this year there was an obsession with the spice girls flying around the school and I even I, the king of cool, fell into their hypnotic beats. Alas the six year old me was not involved in much else of the 90's culture back then. My fun times came from exploring my neighbours fields and lanes. There used to be all this crazy terrain that looked like it was from another world, plants that seemed to be moving by their own accord. I had my trusty plastic sword with me however so any dangers I met were swiftly dealt with!
Well...that's about all I remember from 1996. I could go into family stuff and holidays and what not but that would just bore my already bored audience, so I guess I'll leave it here for today. I really didn't think I'd have enough to write about for senior infants but whaddya know I did. Tommorow will be first class then, religion, the joes and a new teacher, fun times await!
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