Irritation is having a music lesson as the same time as a match.
Frustration is when there is only one person who can swap.
Agitation is when you can't find them.
Desperation is when they say "No!"
- Sarah Wolferstan, Junior Wyvern (Queen's College Junior School),
1987-88
Boy: What is your favorite instrument, sir?
Music teacher: The harp, of course!
Boy: But, why sir?
Music teacher: Because so few boys play it!
Father: Listen, I don't mind paying for your basoon lesson as long
as you practice at school, I won't have the neighbors complaining
again.
I Would Like To Paint
I would like to paint a boy's feelings when he's been
separated from his parents.
I would like to paint a fox's fear when he hears the
hunt coming toward him.
I would like to paint a person so happy that they
are dancing.
I would like to paint a nightmare that's about to
end.
I would like to paint a picture that is alive.
I would like to paint a soldier thinking about his
family.
I would like to paint a ship shining in the sun.
I would like to paint a boy standing in the corridor
and the thoughts in his head.
I would like to paint a cat being stroked.
I would like to paint a person who has lost his
mother.
At the beginning of the Summer term, the juniors turned up to join
the club with some pretty wild ideas. I overheard one boy's thought,
and that was to build a full-scale yacht. Needless to say, he had to
modify his ambitions. The juniors tend to make simple things like
boxes which look extremely good, while the seniors like making chairs
and bedside lockers which they are proud to take home to their
parents -- who may not always be as impressed as they ought to be.
- John Duxbury, Hordle House Magazine, 1982.
The Chess Match
On a rainy day in early November, something unusual was going to
happen. A feeling of expectancy loomed over us. The bell went.
It was 3.30 p.m. Our team of eight was formed in the homely warmth
of the Library. Black and white squares numbering sixty four appeared
upon the shiny surface of the tables and Kings and Queens were placed,
then all the army. King faces King with black death-like stares,
army facing army. We chattered excitedly, wondering if the defeat
of 7 - 0 the year before would be repeated. We slid silently down
the passage to meet our foes face-to-face. We saw a white van appear.
We thought, "Yes", then "No". It was the Riding School van. Five
more minutes passed and then a white mini-bus lurched through the
gate. "They are here!" Back to the Library we walked with our
foes behinds us. We sat down and began, the match was on. At 4.55
their bus arrived. Afterwards we said, "Its only 3 1/2 - 4 1/2 to
them, better than last time." We look forward to having our revenge
next time."
- Paul Plant, aged 12, Surge (Beeston Hall), Christmas 1979.
Traditional British prep schools were boarding schools, but day schools
in recent years have become increasingly important.