Scab.
Itchy scab.
High pitched squeaks on
polished floors.
Wooden walls -
polished floors and wooden walls.
A cacophony of razor sharp, high pitched squeaks
lasting the entire morning.
Scab.
Itchy scab.
Itchy scab on my 5 year old left knee.
One bloody itchy scab on my 5 year old left knee.
That's all I can remember of my
first day
at school.
Scab and squeaks.
I've no idea how this blog will develop, suffice to say I expect it to evolve during the next three years; during this time I shall be attending a British university and fulfilling the role of a mature student. +++++++++If you'd like to email you can at+++ mature.student@yahoo.co.uk