Creative Writing - My School Years - Part 1

master-t

*Please Note - The reason for the excessive "......." throughout this story is to give the impression that this story is being told in an 'interview' style senario. Imagine hearing someone telling you this story, rather than reading it off a screen I feel it just works better this way. *

Well it all started back when I was 6.......The year was 1992......it was September and I had just enrolled in Crumlin's Ards Scoil Eana......a death wish for a red headed Templeougian like me......who thought it was hilarious that they said 'crips' instead of crisps! I was fresh out of playschool and thrown into this kip.....a farm of a school if you will....my first class room was a shed, no joke. We were tied up in these pink blazered uniforms....the only reason I can think is so that we were easily identifiable by the 'po-po' (police for those not up to date with your 'wigga' dictionary, as i learned in school).

It all started off wrong as my first mates I made was some local 'Young One' called Louise from Driminagh and these two twin brothers called David and Mark....'hard *****' apparently from Crumlins finest. During one of my early days I thought it would be hilarious to pour my apple juice on my teachers jacket while she went out of the shed for a while (to do 'a line' as it turned out).....needless to say i got stung by a 'tosser' of a 'lick arse' student named Eoin....'ratted' me straight up when the coke head came back in!

This was the beginning.....as the months rolled on i got in more trouble.......swearing out of turn in class....and getting in fights for calling the other guy a "red head"....at the time i thought it was a general slag! Basically being a little brat! The yard was a car park at the back of a funeral home behind the school.....as no one brought in a ball (for fear it would be 'stroked') we resorted to stone throwing.........this was great crack because if you got hit bad you got to go home....or better got to go to the shop for free if you didn't tell anyone at home what happened! Another great thing was the 'jacks' were outdoors with no roof....this was great fun pissing in the rain with the lads playing swords beside you.....specially trying to sit down on the bucket (literally a bucket) while your mate stood outside with the toilet roll keeping 'sketch' for the older kids in case they tried to use your pink blazer as toilet roll.

This was my school life in the farm and it was actually a lot of fun.....a mix of some school, learning some swear words, meeting 'hard *****' that could come in handy for protection against the 7 and 8 year olds and teachers who most days were to 'strung out' to care what you did.......the only thing i remember learning was how to break someones nose if they steal your pencil or slag you because your dads in jail for a failed 'bank job' or the fact that your 'aul-one' is on 'the game' .

It would all change though when i was told in June 1993 that i was moving to a 'posho' school called St.Marys College.......

'word' = the slang that i picked up along my travels

McFiddler

I like the way you've written this in dialogue format. It reads well.

Whether or not the incidents in the story actually occurred they seem like accurate portrayals of what happens in a typical public primary school and make for a great plot. However I feel you could have expanded on these incidents. If I imagine someone speaking of past mischief, pranks etc, I imagine that they'd really fill you in on every last detail, exaggerating and sensationalising the whole experience.

Enjoyed reading. Post more

Tupins

I love this style of writing - you can just hear someone telling you a story in the spoken form.

Agree with McFiddler - you've brought us into this world of your school days, so give us some little anecdotes!