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 tiny, thin woman with short grey hair was stood holding the door open.  

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“Hello, I’m Miss Dale or DD for short, so if you ever hear anybody talking about Miss DD, it’s usually me.”  She politely informed me.  She asked me my name and pointed to a door opposite the door we were stood at and told me that I was going to live in there for the next year.  I thanked her and carried on dragging my suitcase.

When we got in, I was so nervous.  A small staircase that led up into a little room that looked out onto the downstairs impressed me.  I chose a bed and wondered who would ...

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