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 ... ...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.
Finding a door to exit would become a puzzling exercise during one of their St. Albans investigations. Terri and Marie were in what is known as “the safe room,” because a large old-fashioned safe is located there. They had completed their investigation and were readying to leave the room when they realized they couldn’t. There wasn’t a door. “It was as if it had been morphed over,” said Terri. “We went around and around in circles. We were growing concerned when we made another lap and there it was. It was as if the door materialized out of nowhere,” she said.
Four years of my life drained away at this place called Troy High School. After this year I will be walking away from Troy, worn and torn from the hours of anticipation for grades to be posted, the next weekend to arrive, the answer to whether that special someone will say yes to the next dance, or the unbearable wait for that painstaking bell to ring. Troy is a place of education, a very good one at that, with its Blue Ribbon Award and national recognition, you’d think I would be walking away with knowledge that will serve me well for decades to come, but no. I could have learned the same things I learned at Troy anywhere, it is the insight I picked up that will take me far. “What insight?” you ask. Its priceless wisdom really, it’s a shame too many people overlook it or take it for granted. You see there are some basic classes every Troy student takes, that in the long run prove to be very useful beyond their educational platforms. Take the Troy Tech classes, they offer more than just facts about 1s and 0s and codes of programming. Looking deeper into what is learned in these classes one can pick up the Zen like teachings. Bases, the fact that a ‘10’ can be any number, depending on its base, touches upon the idea how in the real world people seem to be the utmost characters of greatness but the more you get to know them, and their base, they can turn to be someone better or more often then not, something worse than what you first anticipated. In the course of programming we learn that there are several ways to solving a problem, just some are shorter than others and some easier to find the bugs, it depends on the commands you use. Such as how in life when using the right commands, or truths, will get you far, while some just tak...
6th grade was not all that bad. That is before the incident however. Going to school was fun for the most part, the classes were difficult, friends were plenteous, and the food was good. Life at Lancaster Country Day School was swell, again, before the incident. Now, said issue somewhat killed my image at the school and saved it at the same time; it also made me question others. Were my friends really my friends? Or did they use me to as a sick and twisted way to formulate drama? I had a friend. I had many friends really, I was friends with the whole 50 people in my grade. But this friend, this friend was different. Her name Mady Gosselin. Yes, the Mady Gosselin from Kate Plus 8. We had been close, I talked to her almost every day. However,
Upon entering the room, I noticed a long white lattice fence in the middle of the room. It was a partition d...
In this first unit of The First Days of School, Harry Wong presents three characteristics of an effective teacher. The three characteristics are: has good classroom management skills, teaches for mastery, and has positive expectations for student success.
After reading the novel “The Coquette and The Boarding School,” I was intrigued in a certain passage written in the novel. Mr. Shelby, Mr. Boyer’s friend writes to him saying “I am quite convert to Pope’s assertion….the result of her education.” (Foster 78) Throughout the novel Mr. Shelby gives Mr. Boyer advice on what to do with his current situation involving his love interest, Eliza Wharton. In this passage Mr. Shelby agrees with the pope’s opinion that “Every woman, is at hear, a rake.” (Foster 78) After the first time reading this I did not know what to think that such a religious icon would say that every women despite their behavior has whorish tendencies. By the pope declaring this statement men have a stereotype on what every women’s
I decided to observe this particular behavior because I found that I myself always use the right side when I am going down this same staircase. I was curious to observe if others did something similar.
brown door was a long shuttered window. I walked to it, stood in front of it, and turned around.
the door, to make sure no one came in when the man of the house was away,
“Where i want to start telling is the day i left pencey prep”. In my opinion this statement from the story, it has so much meaning. This quote from The catcher in the rye by J.D Salinger shows a lot of emotion how teenagers these days feel. Sort of like giving up and hoping to just drop out. This story is about a kid (holden) who drops out of school just weeks before he was to actually be out and he has to keep it a secret from his parents. He spends his time at a hotel before he goes home but shows a lot of procrastinating. This story is relevant to today's teenagers in many different ways.
were 10 doors and at end there was a statue of Osiris, the god of the
Starting Middle School changed how I felt about school in general as I wasn’t babied anymore.
In eighth grade, the amazing experiences are far more numerous than the regretful moments. First in eighth grade I believe the best part was the teachers. They have all taught me so much, and I will certainly use what they have equipped me with in high school. They all deserve so much for teaching the "future of the world." I am sur...
There was a door that I had never gone in. It stood out in the middle