Though you can probably remember your first (quite teary) first day of primary school, the rest of it seems like a blur of ties and finger on lips.
We tend to look back on our days in "big school" fondly, there's a lot that we forget about.
All the little things that made going to an Irish primary school so unique.
Almost everyone will recognise at least one of these things:
You tried your best to understand them, but you could never follow them.
You felt like you were being let in on a state secret.
You just wanted them to stay and talk to your teacher for ages.
Literally anywhere. Out to the yard, to go to assembly, come back into the classroom.
You could not move if you weren't in a linear fashion.
Putting your finger on your lip was key. To anything.
Once you put your finger on the lip, you were sorted.
Five minutes out of the classroom and the sense of responsibility?
Yes pleaaaaase.
Be it non-uniform day, Halloween or dress up day.
We could not handle it.
The cure to all.
Tea-towels on our heads. Genius.
When all they really wanted was a break for themselves.
'nuff said.
Coinnígí súil ar an am! #margadhmochóirí #earlybird #muzzymór pic.twitter.com/vcafuvMY3b
— Féile na Gealaí (@FeilenaGealai) March 7, 2017
Tara and Ben, Busy at Maths, all of the Fonn Irish books.
Iconic.
And of course...
The book, the songs. Everything.
You would recite the word in your head over and over again, only to forget it at the last second.
Terribly uninformative and incredibly awkward.
Those mysterious tests that came around once in a while that you never, ever got your results for.
Only to realise you're getting The Talk.
Getting a date, ignoring each other all night and, if you're lucky, a bit of slow dancing.
#truluv
The membership was strict AF and you had to earn your way in.
Which was literally a shelf of books.
Utter madness.
Especially if your group of friends was an odd number.
And feeling like God as you walk them down to the church in the village.
Oh, the creations you could make back in the day.
"No homework!"
Complete with random twigs you found on the way to school and all.
You felt guilty even if you were actually doing your work.
As you breathed with relief that you survived the encounter.
So many prayers, for every different occasion.
It was like Christmas in your classroom.
Friendships were broken and wounds were sustained.
Spoiler: playground is the right term.
And making sure your treat was waaay better than everyone elses.
Some lucky feckers got Nutella sandwiches, but you got stuck with ham.
Every day.
You thought you were a real adult.
Specifically the bears and paper clips.
You can make everything with your hands dipped in paint.
The first aid kit was literally an ice pack.
Wrapped in a cloth.
The itchy carpet and lino that was perfect for sliding on.
"Math Hall" carpet has been replaced in classrooms at Paul H. Pewitt High School. Looking great! pic.twitter.com/GoIgv0lvGo
— Pewitt CISD (@Pewitt_CISD) June 13, 2017
How else could you lose?!
Like having "indoor" and "outdoor" shoes.
It was too mucky any other time.
But sometimes you got to play games, so silver linings and all that.
You could only imagine the secrets it held.
"Cillian?" "Maybe, Miss!"
Hilarious.
But you'd spend your time using those magic correcter pens.
But yet, you always did.
You needed everyone to sign it.
But it meant more presents, so you never really complained.
You never live it down.
Second hand puzzle game with three pieces missing? Yes please!
Mini Britney Spears, so you were.
And no, I won't share.
Remember the days you made all the kids jealous with your pringle case?? pic.twitter.com/441AD0uOYJ
— Jodie Gibson (@missgibsonx) October 31, 2014
Bookmarks galore.
The most urgent matters were discussed here.
Those were the days.
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