Eight inches of Water
I was eight went they sent me away.
The two-hour drive to the South of London felt like a trip to a funeral. I had no idea what a boarding school entailed, but fear of the unknown got the better of me.
“Take me home” I snivelled on approach.
I remember the trip a month earlier for the interview. Deep in the heart of Hampshire, we approach the school up the long driveway. An Old English Sheepdog came to greet us. He had no idea he served as an icebreaker.
The headmaster welcomed us into the study.
“How do you spell Wednesday?” was the single question that sealed my fate. I soon discovered this was a lose-lose affair as I timidly responded “W-E-N-S-D-A-Y?”
“Not quite” he said, proceeding into the correct spelling.
“Welcome to Highfield” he beamed while shaking my limp hand. All I could hear was a mocking hiss.
That year England suffered from a heat wave like never before. The water taps all had little “Save Water Now” stickers on them. The bathroom had two rows of baths neatly lined up. The matron stood ominously with a ruler in her hand as we poured our baths.
“Eight inches! No more than eight inches” she quipped as she went around the baths measuring the water height with our puny naked frames immersed.
A week into the school term I got, delivered from home, a package. I hurried up the massive stairs to the dormitory and sat on my wire frame bed with two-inch mattress. Ripping open the package, out emerged a long red velvet box of chocolates. I remembered the day before, one of the prefects confiscated a Cadbury Flake from a friend before tucking him in and slipping his hand down the boy’s pajama bottoms. I hid the box in my sweater and ran down the stairs, out the entrance, across a whopping great field, and into the woods. I dug a hole with my tiny hands and buried the box. The woods were littered with prickly green conker and chestnut shells. I gathered a few sturdy looking conkers and snuck back into school. I was sure I had a winner.
We played conkers every chance we could. By the end of the day I was proud to have an elevener in my possession before it being obliviated by a twoer.
I was looking forward to our first Exeat. I was slated to stay in school as most of the other boarders went home for the weekend.
The rain had finally made an appearance the night before and I trotted merrily into the woods to dig up my chocolates. I found the box scratched to pieces with nibbled out fondants.
“I hate this school” I whimpered as I trundled back in the rain.
At the end of term I begged my parents to not send me away again. They put me into day school near home in London. I would not return to boarding school again until I was thirteen. Those five years that carried me through to university were the best years of my life.
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Dean Owen
6年前 #37
I think you might be retracing my old steps, doing that drive from Barcelona through the Pyrenees (did you stumble on an amazing goat cheese farm?)
Paul Walters
6年前 #36
Dean Owen
7年前 #35
learn something everyday. I never knew they used leather. Wouldn't be surprised if Wales used a brolly, and Ireland a bottle.
Ken Boddie
7年前 #34
Dean Owen
7年前 #33
Yep, all good memories. Only one grudge, that they introduced girls to the school the year after we left! Never heard of leather to the wrist! Sounds positively dangerous! Much more so than rattan to bums.
Dean Owen
7年前 #32
Certainly looking forward to reading your article Kazi Najib Ashraf
Ken Boddie
7年前 #31
Dean Owen
7年前 #30
I think you are the talent Irene Hackett."life 'does stuff' to all of us with imperfect timing - and yet such circumstances still contain value" Indeed it does! It is the imperfections that make life so joyous. Utopia is overrated.
Dean Owen
7年前 #29
Yep, same everywhere (or perhaps it we could narrow that down to same within the Commonwealth countries)! I am like you. I love your whimsical recall of your schoolboy experience. Not too serious and we don't hold grudges. Fond memories unless you were the one who lost possession of his eringi!
Lisa Gallagher
7年前 #28
Maybe your too hard on yourself Dean Owen? I think many of us can have selfish tendencies from time to time.
Dean Owen
7年前 #27
Our parents knew so much more about us than we ever imagined right? Loved this gem of a story. Thanks Vincent.
Dean Owen
7年前 #26
Not good Lisa Gallagher, selfish... and it haunts me.
Mamen 🐝 Delgado
7年前 #25
So glad to hear that!
Lisa Gallagher
7年前 #24
You are a good man Dean Owen. It's very obvious you take your memories and utilize them for good. I can honestly say, I'm thankful for all memories (both good and bad) they have both helped to push me to be the best person I know how. Perfect, never! ;-)
Dean Owen
7年前 #23
I tend to agree, eight is too young. But to some extent I hope schools don't become too politically correct like insulated safe zones far removed from reality. A little mischief and discipline can be quite healthy. And the odd nasty schoolteacher is what makes life interesting. That said, much can be done to monitor for seriously harmful behaviour. A teacher at my prep school committed suicide jumping off a cliff after being arrested for possession of child pornography - http://www.independent.co.uk/news/body-in-sea-thought-to-be-child-porn-teacher-1243446.html
Dean Owen
7年前 #22
I only have good memories Mamen Delgado. Everything I write is drawn from good memories, even the "hard experiences". I will never let go. Thanks for sharing.
Kevin Pashuk
7年前 #21
Lisa Gallagher
7年前 #20
Dean Owen, 'flaunting their eringi mushrooms?!" LMBO, you caught me off guard with that one and pretty unique NEW term haha! Unlike girls at that age who would be mortified.
Mamen 🐝 Delgado
7年前 #19
Dean Owen
7年前 #18
It was indeed a hot summer. As far as bathing in front of matrons, I think at the age of eight, boys have zero shame, indeed perhaps like to flaunt their eringi mushrooms any chance they get!
Dean Owen
7年前 #17
Oh OK, this comment answered my question. Yes Comprehensive were rough. My brother went to one, and he landed in jail on a number of occasions....
Dean Owen
7年前 #16
CityVP Manjit isn't it fun to recall these old codgers. I actually want to thank the one that gave me "six of the best" which actually was well deserved. Did you go to a comprehensive? They were often ten times more rough than public schools.
Dean Owen
7年前 #15
CityVP Manjit isn't it fun to recall these old codgers. I actually want to thank the one that gave me "six of the best" which actually was well deserved. Did you go to a comprehensive? They were often ten times more rough that public schools.
Dean Owen
7年前 #14
It's funny Franci Eugenia Hoffman, I would have hazarded a guess that someone so eloquent and well mannered as yourself went to finishing school in Switzerland or something.
Dean Owen
7年前 #13
It is a weird system, typically three years of hell followed by, if you are lucky, 2 years of absolute power if you were made a prefect. I mean, I was forced to cut the lawn of a whole rugby field in the middle of winter with a pair of scissors. On the other hand, once I was made prefect (in some schools they are called Gods), I had the power to make the lower formers or my "study fag" do absolutely anything. Fortunately most of my class made it through life with a well balanced attitude on life, so I can't quite say the system is majorly flawed, but certainly warped. Thanks for reading Aurorasa Sima
Dean Owen
7年前 #12
Phil Friedman, your observations are spot on. I didn't want to lay it on too heavily, and for sure there is a lot of material I could have covered, but certainly 19th/20th Century public school education in Britain was warped to say the least. It was not so much the corporal punishment, which I actually endured once, a caning on the backside followed by a handshake, but indeed many boys were sexually abused by the prefects, teachers, and members of the clergy. It was often so subtle the boys would not even think to bring it up at home with their parents. All that said, I am thankful for my experience because it taught me the most valuable lesson, and that is to always make ones own bed.
Dean Owen
7年前 #11
Thanks Irene Hackett, I think 8 is a little young for boarding school, but that was 20th Century Britain. I think things are a lot nicer now, well they should be considering the fees they charge these days. Glad you liked my recount. As you see I clutched hold of warm things in the midst of a very cold and callous environment. I am glad you discovered new worlds. I was stuck in a Dickens novel!
Lisa Gallagher
7年前 #10
Phil Friedman
7年前 #9
@CityVP Manjit - I can identify. I attended a city-area technical high school that had 6,000 students housed in a former WWII aircraft manufacturing plant. The school was so large, that at times you couldn't get from one class to another in time for the bell, even if you ran full out. It was a pretty tough school, at which many of the advanced students in machine shop turned out some pretty impressive "zip" guns, as well as a variety of bludgeons and other weapons reminiscent of a Middle Ages battleground. Cheers!
CityVP Manjit
7年前 #8
Ironic that 11 is the comment number because when I was a lad, I had no idea that the 11+ test was important and that it would change the direction of my education. Phil makes a good point of making the distinction with a British education. In 1972 it was the 11+ that streamed me into a comprehensive school, while those kids that passed the 11+ went to a grammar school. Grammar School: http://www.bbc.com/news/education-34538222 Comprehensive School: http://www.bbc.com/news/education-34538222 The first time I knew what the distinction was, is when I arrived at the Comprehensive School. Whereas a grammar school is designed for academic achievement, I came to define our comprehensive school as the place where the top 5% of students go university and the bottom 5% of students go to jail. Naturally, I kept my wits and kept my distance from the students who were going to graduate to jail. Yes, the way that the 6th formers carried knives, hammers and chains with them did not inspire much confidence when I first joined, but the police did a good job of cleaning up our school and in later years, the bottom 5% that went to jail, went to jail for less violent offenses, it was good that the school had found a way of diverting the major nut-jobs to a more special institution.
Phil Friedman
7年前 #7
@CityVP Manjit - with respect, there is a variance in usage in Britain from much of the rest of the world. In Britain, the "Public School" system is actually what we in North America call "private school". Just to keep things straight.
CityVP Manjit
7年前 #6
Phil Friedman
7年前 #5
Dean Owen
7年前 #4
Certainly no Harry Potter. From the article above you might well mistake my for Hermione!
Dean Owen
7年前 #3
I think so much has changed. Both my boarding schools started allowing girls shortly after I left. Caning with a rattan cane has stopped. Huge dormitories are now smaller rooms with cosy bunk beds. It's all gone a bit soft. I remember one of the punishments was to not be allowed to use our hands to eat. We had to sit on them and be fed by the boy next to us. Weird.
Paul Walters
7年前 #2
Pascal Derrien
7年前 #1