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BOOK DESCRIPTION
I was just a regular eight year old kid with a dad who worked abroad. “There are no decent schools in Baghdad,” I was told by my parents, and so they shipped me off to a top UK independent boarding school.
'What Doesn’t Kill You' is a sometimes sad, sometimes horrific and sometimes humorous account of my first year at boarding school beginning in September 1971.
In the days before the abolishment of corporal punishment, this expensive school found many opportunities to wield slippers, canes, plimsolls or just hard flat hands for the slightest of reasons. By today’s standards it would be called barbaric. Did we suffer? - Yes we did. Did we behave? - Mostly. Did we learn? – Yes we did.
Having read several ‘true’ stories of inner city schools in England today, I thought it was time for people to have the opportunity to find out how we fared in an ‘old school’ system.
This was a strict regime where if you didn’t have friends, your life was a living hell; where telling tales would get your lights punched out; where talking after lights out resulted in six of the best on your bare behind with a hard-soled slipper; where talking back to teachers meant you couldn’t sit down for hours. This was my home.
Is the return of this type of school the answer? You decide.
Is it all true? As far as I can remember, yes. But as this all took place over forty years ago, some of the details are a little blurry. I can say that I have written every detail exactly the way I remember it.
'What Doesn’t Kill You' is a sometimes sad, sometimes horrific and sometimes humorous account of my first year at boarding school beginning in September 1971.
In the days before the abolishment of corporal punishment, this expensive school found many opportunities to wield slippers, canes, plimsolls or just hard flat hands for the slightest of reasons. By today’s standards it would be called barbaric. Did we suffer? - Yes we did. Did we behave? - Mostly. Did we learn? – Yes we did.
Having read several ‘true’ stories of inner city schools in England today, I thought it was time for people to have the opportunity to find out how we fared in an ‘old school’ system.
This was a strict regime where if you didn’t have friends, your life was a living hell; where telling tales would get your lights punched out; where talking after lights out resulted in six of the best on your bare behind with a hard-soled slipper; where talking back to teachers meant you couldn’t sit down for hours. This was my home.
Is the return of this type of school the answer? You decide.
Is it all true? As far as I can remember, yes. But as this all took place over forty years ago, some of the details are a little blurry. I can say that I have written every detail exactly the way I remember it.
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