My Time at Boarding School

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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 ... ... middle of paper ... 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.
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