February 19th, 2017
A girls is having a bad day. By a new writer to us
Kate was late; nothing unusual in that, she was terrible at getting up and getting on in a morning, but today she was walking to school with a warm bottom. She knew what time she was supposed to get up but dragging herself out of bed was just too difficult. After much calling and threatening she had risen, showered and got her school uniform on and went downstairs for breakfast. After she had finished, her bowl went on the side and she prepared to leave.
“Put your bowl in the dishwasher, please.”
February 16th, 2017
She might be Head girl, but she can still be punished.
By Gillian Howard
I am Steve Gilbert and I go a boys grammar school in the North of England where I am in the 6th form. We have just been informed by the Headmaster that, as from September, there will be 15 girls joining our upper sixth class as the girls grammar school is being refurbished. I was also informed that I would be the Head Boy and I was to start school a day earlier so I could meet the girls and also get to know the girl that had been selected to be Head Girl.
February 10th, 2017
A sequel to The New Headmaster, Two sisters caned, The Crisis, and Reflections on Year One for the Headmaster
The new term was barely three weeks old when James Simmons was faced with a significant problem. The Headmaster’s secretary received a call from the local police that three girls had been caught drinking under-age in one of the pubs in the local town. The real problem was that they were with Alison White who was a relatively new teacher and it was her that ordered the bottle of champagne, and it was only when she ordered a second bottle that she was asked for evidence that the three girls were eighteen.
February 5th, 2017
Problems arise when a girl’s upbringing is at odds with her classmates
By Richard Marks
Ruth Barnes was 18 years old and in the Upper Sixth of Greenbank Girls’ Grammar School. She was shortly to take A Levels in History, Geography and English Literature.
Her father was the pastor of the local Evangelical Church and had strict standards of dress and conduct for his wife and daughter to accord with his interpretation of the teaching of his Church. They had to wear their hair long, could not wear make-up, drink alcohol, watch television and had to dress modestly with below knee skirts and tops with high necklines.
February 1st, 2017
A game at a party has painful consequences
By Gillian Howard
My name is Joyce Carr and I have just finished my GCE ‘A’ Level exams at our local mixed Grammar school. I have a very close group of 6 friends and a group of 12 others, mainly boys, who always hang around together.
Our school has always used corporal punishment and girls can be caned by the Headmistress over their knickers or the boys by the Deputy Headmaster over their underpants. Jennifer is the only girl in our group to have been caned and, while she said it stung at the time, she was only left with faint stripes on her bottom. After school and at gym the following day you could not see any marks. On the other hand, the boys said that Mr Rowlands really laid it on and the marks could still be seen after a week or more.
February 1st, 2017
The school dance doesn’t end well
By Gillian Howard
In 1961, Raymond, my twin brother, and myself, Christine Arnold, both passed our 11+ and became the first members of our family to attend Grammar School. Our parents were so proud of us and came to the Open Evening where we were told that we had to use a certain outfitters in the town centre and that full uniform was compulsory at all times. Any deviation would be punished. We were also told that if we were selected for any of the school sports teams then the school would provide all the sports tops in the first 5 years. The school was very proud of its reputation in sports, academically and in the local Town. There were also after school clubs for various things such as Chess, Stargazing and, in the 6th form, there was also a debating society.
January 25th, 2017
Two girls from a neighbouring school make a night time visit to Queen Anne’s and discover a discipline regime very different to their own.
By Tara Patterson
The two St Marys pupils climbed over the five bar fence into the grounds of Queen Anne school, Ambleside. Below them, beyond the hockey pitches, the school, its lights twinkling in the water and, to the left, the ugly brick boxes of the two twin boarding-houses was a dark October night. A strong breeze blew large threatening clouds quickly across the sky.
“It’s over there,” said Zoe Kennedy, pointing her small torch in the direction of a small stone boathouse on the edge of the lake far below them at the bottom of the playing field in the shadow of one of the boarding houses.
January 23rd, 2017
A girl is slippered, but it doesn’t end there.
By Julie Baker
My name is Jennifer Todd and I was born in London in October 1965. My parents were both lawyers and money was never in short supply, particularly given that I was an only child. My early schooling was unremarkable, but at 13 I was sent away to my father’s old boarding school which was in the Midlands and had recently gone co-educational. I was in the second batch of girls to be admitted and we were firmly in the minority. I made friends easily, applied myself well to my studies and was good at most sports, so the environment suited me very well. I got good O level results and opted to do English, French and Geography for A levels. I did make a conscious effort not to get too involved with any of my fellow male pupils.
January 18th, 2017
Dealing with three pupils caught out of bounds leads to an unusual request
By Richard Marks
Southview was a mixed comprehensive school with a good academic record situated in an upmarket part of Midchester. The school adjoined a common which was used for school sports, and a number of footpaths crossed it which provided short cuts to the town centre.
In June 1983, a travelling fun fair took up temporary residence on the common and quickly became a major attraction for the pupils. The staff quickly became concerned at the number of pupils spending their lunch break at the fair and gambling on the fruit machines and penny cascades.
January 17th, 2017
Thoughts of a headmistress as she deals with an errant pupil
By Kane Strokes
I read through the report on my desk; Elizabeth Porter, caught smoking behind the bike sheds. From her records, I can see she has kept her nose relatively clean; the occasional classroom caning or slippering, but nothing that has brought her to my door before. Well, young Miss Porter, that is about to change.
My secretary sent a note to the girl’s class. She will see me at midday. Smoking is an automatic caning. In these cases, I always keep my desk clear. The cane stays in the cupboard until I’m ready to use it. I want any miscreant to listen to the lecture rather than have their eyes drawn to the cane.