Personal Writing - School. Essay

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Personal Writing - School

We gathered at the front of the school building, green railings, it looked so much more formal than my infant school. I had only visited this school once on my induction. I was terrified. I stuck to my mother's side, gripping her hand tightly, my Winnie the Pooh lunchbox in the other hand. I held back the tears as my mother let my hand go, and I followed my friend Lucy through the school gates, she had an older brother who had lent her his school jumper, we commented on how it looked more like a dress than a jumper. Mine was also a bit on the large side, my mother insisted I would grow into it, I never did.

We awkwardly walked onto the large playground, footballs flew,
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Our new teacher Mr Perry bounced into focus, I say bounced because he always walked with a bounce. Right through my school years he was always known as the teacher with the bounce. He also played the accordion and whenever the teacher with the guitar was absent, he filled in to accompany our hymns at assembly. He would always start by playing a small introduction:

"Don't sing" he would say, shortly followed by a dodgy accordion introduction.

"Now sing"

"All things bright and beau…"

"No, no, no, you're out of time!" This process would often be repeated a few times until he was satisfied.

Mr Perry was a short man with beady eyes that looked even smaller with his awful brown NHS type glasses, they were as good as sunk into his face, whenever he removed them, there would be two crater shaped things on either side of his nose. His hair was spread across the sides of his head like carpet samples, smooth and firm yet springy. I remember his face perfectly; his cheeks were a bright red, almost like crusts on his face, just waiting to be picked off.

He was the teacher who always devoted himself to after school clubs, of course at the time we had no idea why we had to wear vile lycra leotards…

However now that I'm older and I've come into a more adult world, I hope that my suspicions of My Perry's real motives are wrong.

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