Inside a Grammar School

Welcome to a Grammar School

Hi! Florenche here! Welcome to a grammar school. I don't know if any other countries besides those in the British Isles have them, because Wikipedia refuses to tell me so here's a short explanation for those who don't know what I'm talking about and are ready to leave this page. A grammar school was originally a school that taught Latin but slowly adopted more subjects until it became simply a school for the academically over-achieving. You have to take an extremely difficult test that requires great preparation beforehand to get in and sometimes so many as five hundred girls and boys try to earn a place. Our grammar school is an all girls school which means when we finally do leave, we'll have no training on how to talk to boys without screaming.

A typical grammar school thing is to have a stupid uniform and we've got that down. Seriously - we've got a kilt. It's super impractical and expensive but I kind of think that's the point. It's purposefully completely impossible to buy anywhere else so you have to buy the like £40.00 one from the official school shop. It has to be on the knee in case we expose our incredibly inappropriate joint. You can wear trousers but not many people do. Our PE kit is okay but skorts? They're like shorts, but with a skirt over them. I don't know in which way they improve our athletic prowess but apparently they do.

There's the myth that all grammar school girls love homework and are super enthusiastic about work but I can promise you that is not true. We get like three pieces of homework a day, especially from some teachers who make it their main objective to make sure you're completely miserable. AND WE HATE IT. I swear there isn't a day where we're not all moaning about the stupid amount of homework we're given.

OH AND ANOTHER FUN THING! Learning three languages as well as knowing that one of them is *whispers* dead. Of course we're not allowed to say that - whenever you do a Roman dies. I know if I ever go to a different country and try to converse in their language I'll just be speaking a weird hybrid of German, French and Latin. "Hallo. Je amo Esse. Ego habe problèmes." (Translation: Hello. I love food. I have problems.) Sitting in a French test thinking "Mein Gott, I can only remember German!" and in a German one thinking "Mon dieu, I can only remember French!" (in Latin I don't have that problem. I can't think of anything) is also great fun.

Anyway, please say if you like this! If not, that's fine. I realise this is a bit weird, but maybe someone will find it entertaining.

Florenche out!

(Quick side note from EvilOverlord666 - the skorts come up to just above mid-thigh and the sporty people still go out in public in them, so why the kilts must never go a centimetre above our knees is beyond me.)