Archive for ‘School & College Stories’

September 19, 2014

Revenge Served Cold

Punishment, when deserved is one thing, but sometimes a pupil feels particularly hard done by.

By Joanna Jones

My worst experience at school was at the hands of my Headmaster, a bad tempered man with, to my mind, a vicious streak when it came to punishments.

During my school career I was caned twice by him; one was harsh, but I was in the wrong so I could live with it. The other was, to my mind, totally unfair; I was literally just in the wrong place at the wrong time and for reasons best known only to him he caned me, adding extra for my impertinence in protesting my innocence. I had nothing to do with the incident, and it was the most upsetting and painful experience of my school career.

September 3, 2014


A second by second account of a girl being caned.

By Joanna Jones

The moment I walk in I know I’m doomed. My fate is sealed, I am done for.

I knew it anyway, had been anticipating the dread call all morning, but it is still awful to see it so starkly confirmed.

It’s the chair that says it all, sited oddly with its back against his desk.

Sited for me to mount I am sure.

My mouth is dry as I hear Miss Frobisher close the door behind us. Clearly she is staying here. I guess that is why I had to wait, wait till she was on a free period.

September 1, 2014

The Honeymoon

War looms and a couple look back.

by Jane Fairweather

It was late on a Sunday and it was towards the end of July 1914. The possibility of war might be in the headlines, but the young English couple were here in Paris for their honeymoon. The Frenchman was gabbling what Jennifer Franklin (who had so recently been Jennifer Ashton) took to be felicitations on their marriage, which was little more than twenty-four hours old, but seemed years ago and in a faraway land, though it had only been in a village church in Kent, which was scarcely that far away from this little hotel in Paris, where her husband seemed rather well known. George was responding in his very good French, which was what you would expect of an English naval attache in France, which had been the appointment that had persuaded her family to cease their objections to the marriage. Her own command of the language was slight in the extreme; she could just about recite the present tenses of  etre and avoir and aller and she knew chez nous meant ‘our house’ and fermez la fenetre meant ‘shut the window’, but she could barely read French and she had never heard the language spoken before.

August 31, 2014

Caught with the Evidence

A girl is set up deliberately to get her into trouble. By a new writer to us.

By Mike Preston

Amy Windsor, an attractive seventeen year old blue eyed brunette, a month away from her eighteenth birthday, was five feet seven inches tall, her hair reaching to her shoulders and curling slightly outwards at the bottom, she stood, rather uncomfortably, at the front of the Headmasters desk. The Deputy Head, Miss Winters, who was also Amy’s form mistress, was standing to Amy’s left. A stern-looking dark-haired lady in her early fifties, Miss Winters stood five feet nine inches tall and always held a dignified posture. She was very well respected by everyone at the school. It was normal policy for the Head Girl, Helen Watson, to also attend on these occasions. Helen stood at five feet eight, she was of slim build, had short blonde hair and green eyes. She was very intelligent and also well respected. It was just after 4pm on a Friday afternoon.

August 30, 2014

Seeing Mr Edwards

Five girls are called to the headmaster’s office.

By Kenny Walters

They barely tapped on the door before thrusting it open and barging in. Mrs McCormack stopped typing on her computer and looked up. They weren’t in the conventional school uniform but were nonetheless smartly dressed; therefore they had to be sixth form girls.

“Can I help you, girls?” The secretary asked, although she already knew far more than they did.

“We’ve been told to report here to see Mr Edwards.” A tall blond girl acted as spokesperson.

“And you are…?”

“I’m Becky Harding,” The blond girl announced. “This is Fiona Carver, Alison Streeter, Jane Brighouse and Susan Williams.”

August 13, 2014

The Bench

A quiet girl faces an awful dilemma.

By Kenny Walters

A cautious glance round the corner confirmed Mrs Wilson was alone. She seemed quite busy, going by the quick tapping beat played out on her sturdy old typewriter. Angela was never sure about Mrs Wilson. Actually, Angela had hardly ever spoken to the lady. It was just her manner; always clothed in a tweed suit, her grey hair always kept short and permed, well-spoken but always economical in words, unsmiling.

“Um,” Angela advanced further round the corner so she could see the wooden counter behind which Mrs Wilson sat, and the school secretary could see her.

August 3, 2014

The Twins are summoned to a crisis meeting at St Mary’s

Next in the series, the twins behaviour continues to disappoint.

By Penny Morton

Part 1

“I hope you girls are not talking.” The harsh voice of Miss Gregory, headmistress of St Mary’s School, rang out across her study. “If you have any sense, which I seriously doubt, you will remain silent whilst we decide what to do with you.”

“No, Madam, we weren’t talking.” Replied Angela Spencer from the far corner of the room where she and her twin sister, Julie, were standing facing the wall. Angela’s answer wasn’t completely true. They had whispered very quietly to each other in their corner.

As Angela spoke, she and her sister looked over their shoulders at the group of people sitting round Miss Gregory’s desk. They were having what Miss Gregory called a ‘Crisis Meeting’ called to decide what to do with and about the Spencer twins, who were in serious danger of having to leave their university before completing their first term.

July 29, 2014

Midsummer Madness

An unexpected win at netball and over-exuberant celebrations lead to trouble.

By Jane Fairweather

“We won, we won; hurray, hurray! We won, we won; hurray, hurray!”

The senior girls of Cavell house were walking arm in arm, interspersing their chants with frequent shrieks. An observer might have been forgiven for thinking they had consumed more than a little alcohol, but the truth was they had got very high watching their house’s netball team scrape a win in the final of the house cup against Nightingale by a single goal. Nightingale always won everything. Since the brightest girls and the best games players were automatically put into Nightingale their dominance was scarcely a matter of surprise; but it was a matter of great pleasure to the other houses when Nightingale were defeated.

July 13, 2014

The Girls of Brandon Academy: Caught Red-Handed

Two girls caught trying to cheat have to face the consequences

By Miss Em from the USA


I am Eric Davenport, Headmaster of The Brandon Academy, a boarding school for girls between the ages of 14 to 19. The school is tucked away on fifty acres of beautiful rolling hills in southern New York. Reverend Thomas K Brandon, the former headmaster and now President of our school board, appointed me to this position in 1964, after being both an instructor and a housemaster for eight years. I am responsible for the well-being, education, and discipline of the 200 girls residing here, as well as the everyday running of the school and its facilities.

July 5, 2014

The Janet Webster Story

An insight into the discipline at a north of England school.

By Gillian Howard

Hi I am Janet Webster and I attended a mixed Grammar School in the north of England from 1957 to 1964. At school we had to wear school uniform at all times; the boys wore white shirt and grey trousers and maroon blazer and cap; the girls wore maroon skirt and white shirt with maroon knickers and maroon blazer with a straw boater with maroon band and white knee length socks; both wore a maroon and grey tie. Failure to wear full uniform would result in corporal punishment.

The school had a very good reputation for behaviour and both educational and sporting achievements. The Headmaster was very proud of this reputation and tried to instil the same pride into the pupils.