Happy birthday to us!...
So we all set off to ‘big school’ at the grand age of eleven
So we all set off to ‘big school’ at the grand age of eleven
And
we all recall the date – it was September 67
Most
started at this time although some others started late
But
we all remember walking through that daunting High School gate
(Its
full blown official title with the curlicues and twirls
Was
‘Retford County High School’ - the school solely for the girls)
And
so began our journey which we faced with trepidation
On
the road towards our future - secondary education
Our
uniforms were shop bought new, with beret on our head
Regulation
skirt and blouse, dangling scarf in black and red
So
proud we were to go to school so similarly dressed
With
blazers bought a size too large and badge with High School crest
And
to keep it all quite clean so we could really look the part
We
had overalls for science, for home ec and even art
Big
black knickers were PE wear, which we’d team with aertex shirt
Though
for netball, rounders, hockey we would add a tiny skirt
So
in suitable attire we began our high school years
The
start of time together sharing hopes and dreams and fears
We
gathered for assembly, in serried ranks we lined the hall
And
we looked in awe at prefects, so aloof and proud and tall
We
felt respect and fear for teachers perhaps both in equal measure
And
we soon picked out the weak ones we could torture for our pleasure!
For
good work we gained house points, bad work meant slips, detention
If
you didn’t do your homework or failed Latin verb declension
Prefects,
staff and pupils were fiercely loyal, proud and keen
Of
their house teams named for forests – Arden, Sherwood, Charnwood, Dean
We
learned grammar, foreign language, how to cook and clean and sew
Tackled
slide rules, solved equations and made bunsen burners glow
Friendships
blossomed, failed, rekindled just as they are wont to do
Teenage
years – that tricky business fraught with problems old and new
Rites
of passage – fervid crushes, spots, self doubt and puppy fat
Trying
cigs and pubs and cider – we’ve all done a bit of that!
So
in time we grew a little as the years so quickly passed
Spread
our wings and went to folk club, discos, concerts – had a blast
And
we morphed into those prefects we’d admired long ago
Our
turn to be looked up to from the motley crew below
Wearing
mufti, flouting rules, boundaries pushed far as we could
We
thought that we were rebels (but we really were quite good!)
We
swapped boyfriends, clothes and chit chat – we were innocent and free
We
had high hopes for the future and said ‘what will be will be’
But
at last our school years ended and we all went our separate ways
And
the years flew by unheeded in a veritable haze
We
were busy with our families, with our jobs and with careers
With
little time to search out school friends in those intervening years
And
communication means were not the easiest to hone
It
was either write a letter or with luck a chat by phone
Technological
advancements mean we can now chat with ease
We
can Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp – we have mobiles if you please!
In
an instant we put thoughts into our private Facebook bubble
Where
only we can see it which means that we stay out of trouble
And
we find as we grow older we have more time of our own
Now we
can reap the benefits of all the seeds we’ve sown
It’s
time to plan our trips again, enjoy them as before
(Though
early nights are ‘de rigeur’ – no more milk train half past four!)
No
more rowdy all night parties instead we knit and paint and sew
We
talk recipes and ailments, how to make our lilies grow
We
curse expanded waistlines, droopy boobs and bunioned feet
Then
we quaff another wine and curse our menopausal heat
But
in our heads and hearts we’re all still young girls in our teens
Standing
on the cusp of life about to live our dreams
In
our heads we’re naïve school girls and we’ve energy to spare
Our
ageing bodies may not like it but our memories take us there
It’s
the link we have in common that binds us all like glue
We’ve
still got the older memories now it’s time to make some new!
So
in our year of many birthdays as we reach the big six oh
We
should look at our achievements since our school days years ago
We’ve
got family and friends, had jobs, careers – well, enough said
So
cheers to childhood chums - and to us all - good times ahead!