I was
educated for 5
years in a public school. It had standards and bizarre rituals which would in any other school been banned in the 19th century not in the late 20th. I arrived at the age of 13 and was given a "cubicle" which was a space allocated to me, where a bed, desk and cupboard with a full length mirror was provided. The building was ancient and Victorian with long dusty corridors smelling of polish and that creaked and rumbled as we all walked through them. Everything, right down to the exact time we got up in the morning was regimented. As a faddish teenager who had grown up in Somerset, I became strongly concious of animal rights. I refused to
eat the portions of meat that were dealt out to all of us, and for 2 terms I was given an omlette to eat every day. I have since completely gone off omlettes or any egg dish for
life. We were pushed hard at school, we'd be there from 8.30 in "prayers" and then trooped to out next
lesson. We would do sport or relax from 2 to 4 or catch up on homework and concentrate then from 4 to 6 on further lessons. Our bodies and minds were educated up to the hilt. As a six former we were given lectures about world poverty and other issues. Shy as I was I never asked a question. Oh how I wish I had then? Oddly the Headmistress livved in a 1960 time warp, and we were not allowed to wear trousers. I
actually recall being sent out of a lesson for wearing them. Can you imagine that today. One of the worse aspects of the "social scene" was the most ridiculous dinner parties which basically meant sitting next to some guy from the local "boys" school while listening to banter.
So, I didn't conform to their standards. So what. I now have a relationship with an older man 13 years my senior who worked at the school when I was 13. Odd you'd
think, actually it works! Except there is a downside, I cannot drive, so have to carry his shopping around the place. I'm not complaining. If there was a Prince Charming for these ladies, then you'd probably expect him to be wealthy toffee nosed and arrogant with car. Well if you think of it, who would you prefer, a "Shrek" in your life? Or a Prince. Believe me the Shreks are better!
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