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: 2009-07-13 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.