May 15th, 2012


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May 21st, 2019


A chance find leads two girls into trouble.

By Richard Campbell

My name is Jenny Campbell and I wanted to share my memory of the cane, partly to show how Amanda Carey and I became such good friends, and partly to share a very memorable chapter in my life.

We met in the sixth form of St Jude’s. Both of us joined the school after doing well at our GCSE’s, both on a scholarship. The majority of the sixth year had been in the school from age 11, so, although we were made to feel welcome, it was going to take time to assimilate.

The first year went really well. We enjoyed the teaching style and made new friends. It was during the mocks for A levels that we got into serious trouble. Both of us had turned 18 in the winter term, so Christmas was fun and we probably spent too much time partying and not enough time revising for the mock exams in January.

May 21st, 2019


A final interview with the headmistress reveals an awkward truth

By Richard Campbell

“Ah, Jane, do come in and have a seat.”

It was the last few days of the summer term and Jane knew that Ms Taylor, the headmistress, liked to meet all the upper sixth girls before they left the school, to discuss future plans for university etcetera. Even so, there was always a concern when meeting the Head for a chat.

The Head’s study was surprisingly modern for such a traditional school. The school itself had been open for over a hundred years and had an excellent reputation academically, but also for the behaviour of its pupils. The school buildings reminded many of a gothic novel, but the atmosphere inside was warm and welcoming for both the day girls and the borders. Having said that, the girls were expected to behave at all times, and integrity was valued as much as academic excellence.

May 20th, 2019

The Prank

Some pranks have a painful price

By Richard Campbell

I left St Joan’s on the 8th July. The last day at the school always meant playing pranks and having some fun. Someone wrapped a teacher’s car in brown paper. Wet sponges were thrown, and a bit of a water fight ensued. It was the usual harmless fun with the teachers turning a blind eye or occasionally getting involved. It was, however, an unwritten rule that no one was to get hurt and no damage to school property.

For my part, I decided the fountain in the school courtyard needed some attention. Pink bubble bath! After about an hour there was quite a lot of foam floating around and the water was bright pink. One of the teachers got it turned off but it caused quite a commotion.

May 13th, 2019

The Governess

A girl’s court appearance causes her parents to act

By Shaun Sunderland

Charlotte Haversham, who is a couple of months away from her nineteenth birthday, has had a privileged upbringing, but when she gets into to trouble with the law, bringing shame onto her family, her parents decide to employ a governess with a strong emphasis on discipline.

Part 1

“Miss Charlotte Haversham, your behaviour was despicable but, having heard from your counsel, I agree not to impose an immediate a custodial sentence.”

Eighteen-year-old Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief as she heard that statement from the Crown Court judge announcing sentence.

“However, I will be imposing a sentence of twelve months suspended for a period of thirty-six months, and there will be a number of conditions imposed. This includes, you must reside at your family home at Haversham Hall, make no contact with either your victims or co-defendants either in person or through written or electronic communication. I am also imposing a fine of a thousand pounds. For the next 24 months, you will surrender your passport and driving licence.”

May 5th, 2019

I Need a Witness

A girl has a difficult request.

By Kenny Walters

Tori Jackson got to the end of the corridor and looked round the corner towards the school secretaries’ area. It was nearly deserted with just two of her fellow twelfth-grade students, employed part-time to help out, tidying up and filing stuff away ready for the weekend. Tori paused, waiting for some moments in the hope one of the regular secretaries would appear, but none did. She looked at the clock; it was twenty to five.

“Oh, Tori! Can I help?” The nearer fellow student, a pleasant enough girl called Amy Fellows, looked up from wiping a cloth over a computer screen.

May 3rd, 2019

A South American Adventure

Three girls experience judicial punishment in South America

 By Julie Baker

My name is Louise Chalmers. I was born in January 1997, which means that I am currently 22 years old. The events that I want to tell you about happened 18 months ago during the summer of 2017, when I was just 20. Before I do this, though, I ought to give you a bit of background information on me and explain how I came to be in a foreign country half way round the world from where I am now.

I’ve got four older brothers and I was the long-awaited daughter who completed my parents’ family. I suppose I was a bit of a tomboy in my early days but when I matured as a teenager I shot up in height and suddenly became very much like my mother to look at, who was a noted beauty in her younger days. She has Scandinavian blood in her ancestry and I have inherited her thick, tousled, blond hair and warm skin complexion. I do a lot of running combined with Pilates so I am supple with firm muscle tone and a compact body. My mother has always told me to use my beauty wisely. It’s a wonderful gift but she warned me that it could lead to unhappiness if it is used in the wrong way. Wise words!

April 17th, 2019

Wendy Harrison

A senior girl is punished at school and again at home.

By Gillian Howard

My Name is Wendy Harrison and I had just received my A level results which were not been as good as expected. I was therefore given permission to retake my final year again.

I attended a mixed grammar school in the west country. The year was 1967 and I had completed 7 years at the school, where corporal punishment was administered for any deviation of the rules. Along with my 3 best friends, I had gone through my entire school life without any physical punishment.

At the time, you were considered to be a child until you were 21, and I was informed that I could return to school but would still be eligible to be punished and I would also have to wear sixth form uniform. I had to see the Headmaster on my first morning and was told in no uncertain terms that any slacking on my behalf would not be tolerated.

April 17th, 2019

Archdean School: The End of an Era

The headmaster’s time at Archdean draws to a close


Helen Brown had taken 12 hard strokes of the cane early on Saturday morning and the pain and the burning smart had only slightly reduced during the rest of the day, but she sat with her Mother in the evening, more recovered now, sipping wine and watching television. Mr Simmons had advised her to broaden her reading material and this had been talked about with her Mother on and off as the day progressed.

Mrs Brown was sympathetic towards her daughter and understood Helen’s position because her own motivational discipline had actually been successful; at the back of her mind was the knowledge that Mr Simmons would always rise to the occasion again if asked. Indeed, the thought had been playing around in her mind for a while, partly because she felt she could be motivated just as well with a milder session of corporal punishment, but also the local gossip grapevine had one or possibly two other mother/daughter pairs partaking of Mr Simmons’ tutoring and the competitive streak in Penny Brown ran strong. As was her intrinsic curiosity.

April 16th, 2019

Returning Home From London

Following on from ‘An American in London’, Katie now has to face her mother.

By Mary Desmond

Things were starting to come together in my life. I had just completed my internship at a major corporation in London for the final hurdle needed to complete my courses and earn my four year degree at the university back in the US. The corporation, whose name I will continue to keep out of the story, had given me an opportunity of a lifetime with the internship. They had placed me at their London office and catered to my needs with assistance for travel, housing and any training needed, all the while paying me a decent wage during my time with them.

April 15th, 2019

James Steward, Deputy Headmaster

A new deputy headmaster starts a new regime

By Brian Melville

Fifty year old James Steward was a man of five foot eight inches, with grey hair, brown eyes, and a rather big stomach. He entered his study at Sydmore College for Girls on the south coast of England where he transferred to about ten years ago when he was promoted to Deputy Headmaster by the Department of Education. At the time, the only available position was at the all girls school.

He was a formidable, strict but fair, man, and loved by all three hundred and twenty-seven girls at the school, as well as all thirty-six members of staff.