St Matthews National School

My little boy goes here, he loves it!

St. Matthew’s is where I spent my formative years, aged five to eleven, and I have very fond memories of the school. With a student population hovering around the 100 mark, the school was a small community rather than an institution. There were only four teachers to control us all, and two or three classes were thrown in together under the one teacher’s supervision. We grew up through the ranks knowing everyone in the school, the young looked out for the old and we all played together in the playground at lunch. We had no uniform and received no religious education, girls had best friends who were boys and out of the 12 people in my own class I still see at least five of them on a regular basis, which must be a good sign almost 15 years on.
Needless to say, I’m sure a lot has changed since my day. The school building has expanded outwards and upwards, and all of the staff have changed. But I still here good reports about the school, and it occupies a very special place in my heart.