My first day at High School - A bad stuttering day!

My first day at high/senior school was one that I would rather forget but the trauma of that day still lives on. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement, I was literally petrified.

Even though I had had problems with stuttering at junior school, I had a best friend who lets just say ensured that nobody would laugh at me. He was the strongest lad in the school and we had known each other for a long time, his name was Dave. Dave did not care that I had a stutter and even went out of his way to support me.

Unfortunately for the both of us but mainly no doubt for me, his parents decided to move away and I was now going to high school seemingly all alone. Dave was a very confident person who was more than happy to fight his way out of trouble, I was basically the opposite.

After arriving at this new school, the first year pupils(including myself) were split into different classes. My class were shown to our classroom where our new form teacher was waiting for us.

We all sat down and this teacher proceeded to introduce himself and welcomed us to the school. Much to my annoyance he then asked if we could stand up, say our names and to also state the junior school which we had attended.

This would be a lot for me to say and I was very worried about the fact that I might stutter. There was a lot of people in the class who I had never met before and I was unsure of how they may react to my speech impediment. From past experiences I had a fear that they would laugh and mock me.

Eventually it was my turn and yes the inevitable happened, I was unable to say one of the words and the stutter was there for everyone to hear. Some of the class did laugh and I felt really low, I had only been at this new school for an hour and already the stutter had reared its ugly head.

On my return home, my parents were eager to find out about how my first day had gone. I decided to lie and told them that I had had a good day.

I did this for a number of reasons, I did not want to go back to speech therapy, I did not want to worry my parents and I did not want my parents to know that I was the laughing stock of the school.

Stuttering had ruined my first day at high school and at that stage the chances of finding any sort cure for the stutter seemed a million miles away.