English coursework School, School, School! That's all I ever thought about as a youngster, my favourite place in the whole world. The first stage of learning, education at its launch and how I enjoyed it cannot be put into words.

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School, School, School! That’s all I ever thought about as a youngster, my favourite place in the whole world. The first stage of learning, education at its launch and how I enjoyed it cannot be put into words. The competitions of whoever could be rewarded with the most smiley faced stickers to win the ‘ultra-delicious chocolate cake’ at the end of each week. Everybody’s eyes gazing at Mrs Keene as she read story after story to us whilst sitting on the dusty floor; the only noise was the fluency of her voice until suddenly the bell would ring and signal a stampede of young children, just like a heard of rhinos, eager to see the smiles on their mothers faces and to reach home, sweet home.

The next day arrives and the excitement starts again, a new picture to draw, a new story to be heard. The ‘lurgey game’, at lunchtime, just as exciting as the day before. This was an everyday re-occurrence for three ambitious years until the last few days of infant school arrives only just about realising that the easy and fun days are at their peak and junior school is on its way.

The summer holidays have started and infant school has already been forgotten, all on my mind was going to the zoo, watching cartoons or reading animal books. As a youngster I loved animals and studying them was all I ever wanted to do, my heavy dreamt ambition was to be a vet and how I would love to be able to study being in that profession now is beyond imagination.

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Anyway junior school was close approaching, and the nerves started kicking in! All the stories that the boy across the road use to tell you like the really mean teachers, and the really hard spelling tests, all these silly little stories started to play ball with my imagination until the day actually arrived and walking through the, what seemed, huge doors, then suddenly everything would go into slow motion it was like entering the giants castle. As we all walked through to our new classes you could tell all that our bodies are made up of were fear and innocence. ...

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