Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Corner View - School



The theme of this week's Corner View, the first since the summer, is school. As nobody in my immediate family is currently at school, I have posted photos of boys studying at a lamasery in Bhutan. It reminds me a bit of my old school which, founded nearly 400 years ago, was of a similar age, where the appearance of a girl would have been a cause of great shock and wonder, and where our teachers, called masters, wore dusty caps and gowns. The school buildings were so old that when the boys reached the top of the creaky stairs they sometimes disappeared throught the floorboards. Discipline was strict, with regular canings and random beatings. There was one master called Spencer Percival who walked up and down the aisles during his classes, clicking his fingers ominously. We all knew that when he stopped clicking, he would slap the nearest boy hard round the head for no apparent reason. We learned to keep our heads down. Sometimes, however, the mental torture was worse. For example, you were not allowed to leave prefects' detention, until you'd finished writing a ten page essay describing the inside of a ping pong ball. Try doing it.

Once a week we abandoned our navy blue peaked caps and blazers with their silk braiding and donned military uniforms - mine was a sailor suit - to do square bashing in the playground, led by one of the masters, called Colonel Howard-Jones. We had a firing range and were issued with guns and live ammunition. There was a bullet hole in Colonel Howard-Jones's briefcase, where one of the boys had accidentally shot at him.

I could write more, for example about the boy who ate the most worms or the time a class full of boys filled their desks with paper and set fire to them while the Maths master, who was a bit shell-shocked, carried on teaching in the smoke-filled room, occasionally mumbling under his breath, 'Errm, there's a fire in here.'

School days, eh? The best days of our lives.

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17 comments:

  1. holy crap ian! and i thought jorge´s school days were bad. it´s amazing you got out of there unscathed... your writing is pure delight- as always:)
    xxx

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  2. Compared with your experience of school, mine is nothing!! quite "zen" and empty...

    Nice pictures!

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  3. Wonderful just wonderful photos! Thank you!
    I hope life in Oman is going well. Love their head dress --I worked/lived in Yemen for a while.
    I seem to remember you went to Uzbekistan or maybe I am mistaken... I will be moving there shortly.

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  4. bloody hell, good old boarding school, was it?
    no wonder you set off for far away lands.

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  5. Where did you go to school at and in which century!!!!!!

    Thanks for your pictures. They inspired me to my own CW post.

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  6. It sounds so Dickensian! I guess I was very lucky. I attended private school for 4 years and my only horror stories are about the lunch room.

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  7. Strange old fashion school...
    And the photo's they are great!
    But the school experience brought you all over the world and making great wonderful photo's!

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  8. sounds like good material for a scene in one of your novels!

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  9. Your school story is very interesting, not a typical view of school at all. You had to become a good writer - or else! Sounds like pure torture.

    Love the photos at the lamasery. Boys never really sit still, do they?

    Cheers~

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  10. great school post, making me remember standing in the "shame corner" in second grade :)

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  11. good god, was it school, or pure torture? interesting to think how your coping skills may have made you into the writer you are... i would like to find Spencer Percival and give him a good knock in the nuts! then again, he's probably dead.

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  12. Wonderful photos. Gorgeous colours too. What stories of your school. Definitely worthy of a book.

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  13. These are great photos!! I love the colors and wooden floors!

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  14. Geez... I didn't know schools like that still existed... I thought they ended in the 60s... my gosh!

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