The spray baths

Donald Wilson

I just couldn't sleep. Tomorrow was the big day. My mind tried to imagine what to expect of The Spray Baths. Here I was in primary one at Shakespeare School. On my first day it took three teachers to manhandle me in through the doors kicking and screaming and then not a week later when I asked old Mrs Wilson if I could go to the toilet, she sent me back to my seat petrified so much that I peed myself sitting on my chair. What on earth were they putting me through now? I just needed to sleep and maybe it would all be just a bad dream.

'Have you got your towel?' said my mum ... (continues)