Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Monday, 2 September 2013

Home is....

For many people, home is where they live and spend most of their time. For others, home is where they grew up. I'm just about to move house for the 5th time from somewhere I've lived for the last 6 years (the longest amount of time I've spent in one house) but I don't feel particularly attached to the place. I also went to a boarding school for 7 years of my life, which I regarded as my 'second home' - incidentally, I wonder where MPs regard as home...

Someone said to me, 'home is where your stuff is'. That's all very well except if you find yourself constantly travelling from place to place and living out of a suitcase! For many people home is where their family is, but that concept rather changes when your family is either separated or old enough to become spread out all over the place. When I'd finished my first year of university I was talking about going home for the summer and was told by a friend 'no, you're leaving home for the summer. You'll be back home in September!' 

Maybe home isn't a fixed thing, nor does it have to be a single place at any one time. I think home is where you feel safe and comfortable. In the words of Simon and Garfunkel:

"Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me"

Friday, 8 February 2013

A school like no other


It seems to be very fashionable at the moment to slam private education, generally by people who were educated in the state sector. I should probably say at this point that I was not educated in the state sector during my secondary school years *DON’T SHOOT* but I would like to try and explain a bit about my schooling from age 11-18.

Hiding in the rolling hills of West Sussex is a charitable, mostly boarding, independent school called Christ’s Hospital (CH) with a rich history behind it (I could bore you with it but you’re probably better off reading it on their website http://www.christs-hospital.org.uk/home/history-of-the-school/). Aside from the school’s slightly cheesy rebrand with the tagline ‘A school like no other’, it is actually pretty special. The word charitable means different things to different people but at CH it means that they are committed to providing an extraordinary way of life to bright kids who otherwise would have no chance of being able to afford it (of course if you can afford it, they’re quite happy for that too!). It does far more than simply provide an education and if that is a person’s sole reason for being there then I might suggest that they are in the wrong place.

Firstly, by its nature it brings people from every imaginable social background together and forces them to live in close confinement for 7 years – saying it like that, it sounds more like an extended Big Brother but that’s not what I meant! You very quickly learn to be tolerant of other people, an attribute that has served me well having just started university. But you learn that at any boarding school – what sets CH apart is the opportunity to get to know and make potentially life-long friends with people who I would otherwise have absolutely no reason to even meet.

In the last few years, the school was majorly affected by the economic disaster and had to work out how it was going to survive. The widely unpopular decision was taken to increase the number of full-fee (or almost full-fee) paying pupils in an attempt to balance the books. At the time, I was very vocal about my feelings which were not positive to say the least. Looking back on it, I’m not sure it was so bad after all. It meant that we got to mix with an even widen group of people but I think it had an even better effect on the ‘rich’ kids. If they didn’t come to Christ’s Hospital they would probably have ended up at one of the many other independent schools with other people from exactly the same socio-economic background as themselves, totally cushioned from the real world. CH brought these people into reality and socially enriched them for the better.

During my time at Christ’s Hospital the management had a big change of hands and as a result there was a large staff turnover. The school that I joined aged 11 was not the same as the school I left aged 18 and I’m still not sure if that’s good or bad. People often ask me ‘did you enjoy going to boarding school?’ to which my response is always a resounding ‘YES!’ One thing I do know is that there’s nowhere quite like it and I would never have changed my decision to go.