Archive for ‘School & College Stories’

August 19th, 2019

A Difficult Choice

Two prefects are given a difficult choice

By Lorna Monroe

Fiona Grey and Tina Neilson had always been rivals. From First Year at Braidburn Towers, a minor Edinburgh girls’ school of relatively recent foundation, they had competed at every academic and athletic endeavour. The struggle for ascendency had see-sawed between them as they alternated as top of the class and sometimes shared the distinction. When Fiona became hockey captain, Tina occupied the same position on the netball team.

The eighteen-year-olds were popular with their peers, unsurprisingly; Fiona with her bobbed dark hair, sparkling brown eyes and slim build, and the blonde, blue-eyed, slightly fuller-figured Tina were not short of male admirers either.

July 24th, 2019

The Button on the Sleeve

How a girl copes with being caned

By Jane Fairweather

“You aren’t going to do that silly thing with your formulas again, are you?” Stephen Blake said to Stephanie Coldstream on the morning of their mock ‘A’ level in Maths.

“You are not my bloody father!” Stephanie retorted, reflecting to herself that she must be rude and decisive, and not let Stephen tell her what to do. “You are just a friend, not even a boyfriend, and you have no right to tell me what to do. I’d much prefer a good girl friend anyway; you don’t have to worry about kissing them.”

She did not add that she really did know those wretched formulas, but dreaded getting in to the exam and finding it had all vanished from her head, which was why she always scribbled them on her wrist, hopefully under the cover of her blouse sleeve.

July 15th, 2019

The School Play

A parent offers to assist with the school play, and finds the headmistress doesn’t tolerate poor standards

By Rob Burton

I felt silly standing by the door to the office of Miss Hatton; she left me here having remembered she needed to fetch something from the staff room. What made it feel even sillier was that her secretary asked if she could help, as the Headmistress was in a meeting. I actually wanted to say, “Yes I know, because I was there with her, you silly woman.” Or words to that effect. I just smiled and explained she would be back shortly. In the end, shortly turned out to be fifteen minutes before I was ushered into the ornate, but somewhat old fashioned office.

July 12th, 2019

Repeat Offenders

Two girls are dealt with by the headmaster

By Brian Melville

As Ellen-Mari Duncan and  Ella-May Alister sat on the grass behind the swimming pool puffing on a chesterfield menthol cigarette each, chatting about Ellen-Mari’s boyfriend who’s studying law at Oxford university, they didn’t hear or notice the head boy, Simon Bernard, approaching. Simon was just in time to see the two fellow sixth formers take a puff from their respective cigarettes.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” Simon snapped.

Ellen froze as Ella tried to nip and hide her cigarette behind her back, but both girls realized that it was too late and that they had been caught red-handed.

June 13th, 2019

A Victorian Picnic

A pleasant picnic leads four girls astray in this period piece

 By Jane Fairweather

Elsie Smith and Anne Paxton, who were assistant mistresses, and Elizabeth Doyle and Sarah Brown, who were eighteen and nineteen and lingering rather long at the Perivale School for the Daughters of Gentlefolk as somewhere between mistresses and pupils, sat themselves down to a splendid picnic tea. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon; it was warm among the green leaves and the light danced.

“What a spread!” Elsie Smith exclaimed, surveying the cloth which had been very decorously placed in a little clearing in the wood and covered with the contents of the picnic hamper, which the four of them had brought from the school with the aid of the gardener’s wheelbarrow.

June 10th, 2019

The Tight Skirt

Fashionable wear might not be good when girls are in trouble. By a new writer to us.

By James

Eighteen year old Wendy and her friend Helen were in their last year at school; they were lifelong friends and did everything together. Both were looking forward to leaving school and starting work, and thought of themselves as fully grown up, but being still at school they had to comply with the rules the establishment had in place.

Amongst many other things, there was a strict dress code for the pupils which covered how they dressed in school time and also covered how they dressed when coming to and going home from school. Prefects were at the school gates and around the local streets to check on the pupils’ appearance and to report any infringements. Frequent checks were also made to the length of the girls’ skirts. Any discrepancies resulted in the girl being sent to the Headmistress.

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 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.