My Time at Boarding School

My Time at Boarding School

At the beginning of year six, when I was ten, my mum brought up the

subject of secondary school and I realised that, after that year, I

would have to leave the school and people I had known for many years.

I knew I would have to leave my friends, because they were all going

to the local comprehensive school, and as my brother was at a private

school, I would have to go to one too. I had a choice. I could go to

Dauntsey's school, the same as my brother, but I would have had to

wear the horrible brown uniform. Therefore, I went to Bruton School

for Girls. A private Girl's school in Somerset. I did not particularly

like that uniform, but if I was to go, I would be a boarder and that

was what made me want to go, more than anything.

I remember getting my green, tartan kilt and my green woolly jumper,

my white shirts and socks and my black tights. Tights were to be worn

in the winter and socks were to be worn in the summer.

I remember when the day finally came. I was excited, but very, very

nervous. We went up the drive and I was left downstairs with my

suitcase and instructions not to move and to keep an eye on my mum's

handbag while she went to look for the boarding house. She disappeared

up some stairs and came down two minutes later, telling me to go with

her. I dragged my big red suitcase up the stairs. I still remember the

smells and sights. There was a huge picture of a sad clown on the

staircase, which was quite scary, but I instantly liked it. At the top

of the stairs was a corridor, with a door to the left and a door to

the right. I knew that we had to go through the door on the right

because a ...

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...it was Sam's birthday and there was a little room called

the 'slip' room, which was for people who were naughty. We had saved

our pcket monmey for ages so we could buy Sam many sweets. By that

time, there was a new girl, Lauren, who helped us so much. She managed

to distract Sam whilst we were gettng everything ready. Lauren managed

to parade Sam round the boarding house three times before saying: "Hmm

I wonder if they are in here." And shoving Sam into the little room

and us all shouting

"SURPRISE!" At the tops of our voices!

I do not really remember much of year eight or nine because I did not

enjoy them very much.

I remember so well my last week there. I was in a huge dorm, meant for

five people, and I shared it with two others. Because it was such a

big room, it meant we could have more privacy and space.