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Written by Maura Maguire
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Monday, 02 May 2005 |
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At last the great day arrived and, kitted out from
head to toe, we presented ourselves to the headmistress. I was so glad that many of my classmates from
the primary school were there. We seemed
so small among the great big pupils. Suddenly from being the big girls in Primary, we became the wee girls in
our new school.

We were issued with our new books. There seemed to be dozens of them (they
smelled heavenly!) on all the various subjects we were expected to study. How would we ever ingest such a volume of
knowledge?
Then we were introduced to our new teachers. Up to now we had had one familiar face all
day. Now we were to have at least five
different teachers – and sometimes more – per day. Classes were divided into ‘study periods’
each about forty-five minutes long and each period began with a short
prayer. Assembly was twice daily, morning and lunchtime and
was a shared experience. Here following
prayers, several announcements were made and the names of ‘detainees’ were
called out. These were pupils who had wittingly or unwittingly incurred
detention. |