What Private School Did To Me

A Quick Life Story

Ok, I'll be honest. I am proud to have gone to a school where you are paying (your parents are paying) £7000 a term for an over exaggerated educational system. Although I was quick to criticise every aspect of it such as why can't we wear bracelets? Can you just put it on the school fees? Why am I paying for a tutor outside of class when I am already paying that much for the teacher's that are already provided to us? I was proud to be part of my school

I overall started school when I was three year's old. That was called Pre-Prep. Obviously the communication was limit back then so there was no such thing as someone 'bragging' unless they wanted to show off a scribble they had just created on their page which they considered art work. I guess you could say it was art work considering most of the art nowadays is literally a line down a page and could easily be sold for £20,000 (so a year's school fees.)

Once I passed Pre-Prep, I entered Prep. Luckily, I was with my brother who is two year's older than me so if I had any problem's he sure did enjoy me running up to him crying daily. I went to a Co-Ed mixed private school through the ages of 3-11. Overall, this experience wasn't very memorable. Yes, I was picked on. Yes, I was called a 'F****** Female dog' by an eight year and yes, I did sing in front of the pope with my choir but it was fairly simple. 

Wake up at 7:30 every day, leave at 5:30 every day and let's not forget Saturday school! Oh that was the best bit. French followed by double Geography followed by Latin followed by gymnastics. It was quite the life. 

Hint the sarcasm. 

So after that, I managed to get into my senior school with the grades. C, C, C, D. I thought you had to be clever to be at a private school you ask...? 

I thought so to! If I knew you only needed four D's to get into senior school I wouldn't have spend my lifetime cramming in revision day and night. 

So anyway, I entered senior school. This was quite a big step from Prep to Senior. The hours had changed to 8:00-6:30 at night and I had to take on tennis, Lacrosse and even had a go at being in the croquet team for a term but had to leave after my friends decided to roll me into my croquet teacher who didn't look amused. I thought it would be easier just to stay away at that point. 

Every other year we got to sing at Westminster Abbey which I had to admit was quite an honour. We would all line up in our red cloaks whilst the tourists would flash their camera's in our faces for a second or two so you got to feel like a celebrity. Then from that point, we would decide to run down the back passage way's through the giant Abbey and get lost. For some reason we thought there was going to be some dead Priest somewhere who was going to be lurking in a door way somewhere but no, it was all good. 

The food was pretty great to be honest. There was a make your own Cesar salad section and the fish and chip's on a Friday would always go down well. There was a time someone found a razor blade in their salad which of course was immediately reported to the kitchen staff. They all had to pull down their tights to check who had the smoothest leg's. We never saw Janet again after that. 

(Inserts Cliff Hanger)