I spent LOTS of minutes doing this and feeling it was easily as creative and worthwhile as writing would've been. You're ace, you are. You should write one of those interactive adventure books.
A choose your own school story adventure would be ACE! I suppose you could do it with links to different posts. I really MUSTN'T start planning that now when I have a methods chapter to write. But it would be great.
Someone I met at a party had an idea of doing an interactive story via LJ - each entry would have a bit of the plot and then a poll so people could vote where the story should go next. Maybe that would work?
Yes, you should concentrate on your methods chapter.
I do read it - I saw a group on dreamwidth start to gather together possible books to work from, but it seemed to me to be heading towards general children's lit rather than school stories and I stopped following it. I should go and see if it's developed.
Hmm, I've seen several kidlit focathons but I thought I'd seen a school story-a-thon very recently, possibly the last week, but I can't remember where.
It was probably this one - last time I checked it was filling up with stuff I don't think of as school story, but now it seems to be moving on and there are more school story things in the requests.
Oh, I haven't seen that before! Thanks for the link. It's mostly non-UK books from what I can make out, which is really interesting. (Though really, I think "girly" and its ilk are forever tainted after the third wave critiques I've been reading.)
It doesn't look familiar and I don't know anyone involved but the maintainer might've changed the profile and people drop out of coms.
Not that I'd dream of tormenting you with the existence of a rumoured all-girl secret society which you can't join because you're not in with the in-crowd, obvz. ;-)
I totally refer you to pp 239-240 of G B Stern's Another Part of the Forest (1941), which impresses upon me the essential stability of the relevant tropes.
Though you left out the sprained ankle/games match trope...
Yes, there's an awful lot I left out - I realised if I didn't just shorten it to a quick poll then I would not get any work done at all. It's not meant to be comprehensive!
I can actually answer the two first questions more or less truthfully! Except instead of 'hilarious mishaps = wrong school' it was more like 'applied on a lark, got in and then had to go'. And I was a day girl.
I had to write essays but I don't remember about what. I mostly remember the maths test and telling them I wanted to be an archaeologist, and also borrowing a school jumper for the interview so they couldn't see the lack of buttons on my tunic.
I met shihadchick there, and we bonded over shared disappointment at how un-CS-like it was. I mean, a boarding school called St Cuthbert's! That sets up certain expectations.
The slightly scary thing is that I think all my answers are at least slantwise-related to the truth. I did go to boarding school, it was a family thing (though not a fecund family), we did have a midnight picnic on the beach ... etc.
Midnight picnic on the beach! That all sounds quite great. I am very sure that I would not have liked being at any school I've read about, but I do like a good proper school story. Did you have to wear a uniform hat?
No hat, thankfully. The worst part of the uniform was probably the summer skirts - sky blue cotton, and of a tent-like fullness. They were abolished a couple of years after I went there, but not replaced, so we had to wear our calf-length wool kilts all year round.
The midnight picnic was a sort of revenge. After GCSEs, all the girls in the year had planned to go out for a celebratory meal, all very civilised - I think we even had one of the day-girls' mothers booked as a chaperone! But my housemaster blocked it, for reasons unknown. We had already collected the money for the meal, so we spent it on the picnic food instead, and climbed out that night - the one time I ever did, I think. (My usual role was creeping down to unbolt the back door for the people who had gone out.) We were quite prepared to explain if caught, but we weren't.
Boarding school was normal to me, and at the end of my five years I would have said I had enjoyed most of it - but now I wouldn't send my hypothetical children to board if there was any alternative.
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Date: 2009-07-11 04:56 pm (UTC)Someone I met at a party had an idea of doing an interactive story via LJ - each entry would have a bit of the plot and then a poll so people could vote where the story should go next. Maybe that would work?Yes, you should concentrate on your methods chapter.
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Date: 2009-07-11 03:21 pm (UTC)Not that I'd dream of tormenting you with the existence of a rumoured all-girl secret society which you can't join because you're not in with the in-crowd, obvz. ;-)
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Date: 2009-07-13 02:28 pm (UTC)The midnight picnic was a sort of revenge. After GCSEs, all the girls in the year had planned to go out for a celebratory meal, all very civilised - I think we even had one of the day-girls' mothers booked as a chaperone! But my housemaster blocked it, for reasons unknown. We had already collected the money for the meal, so we spent it on the picnic food instead, and climbed out that night - the one time I ever did, I think. (My usual role was creeping down to unbolt the back door for the people who had gone out.) We were quite prepared to explain if caught, but we weren't.
Boarding school was normal to me, and at the end of my five years I would have said I had enjoyed most of it - but now I wouldn't send my hypothetical children to board if there was any alternative.