Extollager
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These latest postings are worth this whole thread.
Arriving at this thread late.... where to start?
I unfortunately won a scholarship to this school in 1961: Christ's Hospital School Every one said what a marvellous school it was, how lucky I was... The level of bullying was appalling, and the level of indifference to it by the masters was incredible. But you didn't 'sneak' so the bullies got away with it, year after year. There are some 17 year-olds that you should never give power to, they can be absolute sadists. Look at the school uniform, then imagine you are dressed in rugby shirt, shorts and blue socks. For an imagined infraction ( I was accused of talking during a'stay-silent' period imposed by one of the prefects, when in fact it had been boys passing our house) I was given a 'double mile': change from the sports gear into the hideous uniform, present yourself to the prefect, change back into sports gear, run a mile, and then repeat the changing process, run another mile. 24 minutes to do this. If you didn't manage it, you did it again. And again. And again. If you never managed it the prefect might give up trying and find another punishment for you. Or you'd keep trying on a regular basis.
Playing rugby, I got cramp in my calf. The junior housemaster refereeing told me to remove the elastic garters and roll my socks down. Senior housemaster called me into his study later and gave me four hard hits of the cane on my backside for not wearing garters during the game. Didn't listen to what I had to say, he got a sadistic delight in beating small boys. Six of the cane for swearing: "Blinking heck, that's good!" my friend said, as he looked at photos of the house play...
Result for me? An abhorrent hatred for the boarding school system, and an easily-kept vow, that I would never send my children to such an institution.
My GPA in high school finished at 3.13 - with the main causes of the lowness being:
1) Sophomore year, I took Journalism I, and was thus on the school paper. Day One, the teacher (Mrs. Davis) said to us chosen as writers, "Don't worry about getting a by-line, no first year student has ever gotten a by-line". My first assignment was to cover a basketball game - that had already been played. Not deterred, I said, "All righty!", grabbed the photographer, and took off for the gym, to interview the coach and some players.
My story lead the sports section, half a page - by-line included.
Mrs. Davis immediately took me off writing and immediately put me on proofreading. A few months later, our Editor told me I was the best proofreader she had.
Then report cards came out. Mrs. Davis had given me a 'D'. With the Editor standing up for me, we went to the Dean, who said he couldn't change the grade, but changed me over to a Creative Writing class.
2) Senior Year. I took Humanities, which should have been my favorite class! It soon proved otherwise.
The teacher assigned us Moll Flaunders to read. I loved it! Read it in one evening.
Next day, she gave us a pop quiz on it. I aced it! So I thought... when the paper was returned, it had me marked 7 of 10 wrong. I waited until after class, then approached her about it. "Mrs. (Johnson?), you know these answers are right... why did you -" At which point she throws down her pen and shouts at me, "They were right for the end of the book, not the pages I assigned!" I was flabberghasted, and didn't know how to respond!
Other incidents occurred, minor to the final episode.
We entered class, and the teacher, obviously excited, told us, "Today, we are going to put the Ten Commandments in the order we feel they are important! I love seeing how ideals change over time!"
I raised my hand. "Ma'am, Moses refused to do that, and Jesus put only two in order. I'm not better than them; I can't do this." Her response: "You do it, or you'll get an 'F' for the day!" "Check."
She reads the first commandment, asks who thinks its most important. I raise my hand. She reads and asks about the second. I raise my hand. She throws down her chalk, sits at her desk and announces, "You get an F!" I picked up my books, left the front row seat I always sat in, and took a back row seat. I never participated in class again.
Only class I ever failed.
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