Welcome to my posts for the A to Z Challenge 2016.
This year, I am posting
Special School Stories
tales from either my time as a teacher or teaching assistant within classrooms in the U.K. or from my own school days growing up around the country
I liked school a lot when I was young and I had some very good and caring teachers but very occasionally I'd pretend to be ill just to have a day at home. There is one journey to school that sticks in my mind all these years later ...
As I walk to school,
My mum pushing my brother in his push chair,
The golden sun shining on the pavement,
My feet start to drag.
We pass the doctors house
And make to cross the road
My mum’s out stretched hand to take my own
And I place my other arm across my tummy
“I don’t feel well, I feel sick,” I say.
“Are you sure?” she replies
Hand to my forehead checking for heat.
I nod not wanting to repeat the lie.
“Well maybe you’d better not go to school today
Maybe we ought to go home and see how you are there?”
Inside my lie makes my tummy feel slightly queasy
But I nod my head and we turn for home.
Once there I must sit on the sofa quietly,
Little brother told to leave me alone
Drink the water offered and read a book
Whilst Mum rings the school to tell them
I won’t be in today, maybe tomorrow
“We’ll see how it goes.”
It doesn’t happen very often
But sometimes I just want to be home
Instead of school
I want to read books and watch my brother play
I want to hear my mum doing the chores
Busy in the kitchen
And she doesn’t mind once in a while
And she’ll tell me she didn’t like school much
And ask if everything’s alright there and it is
It’s just the sun is shining and I miss my little brother sometimes
So now and again I’m “ill” and she knows the score
Tomorrow I’ll be back to school – no trouble
But today I’ll just read my book and be home