My enduring memory of school was waiting at the bottom of the staffroom steps in the morning. If you needed to talk to a teacher – ask to leave the lesson early, maybe you hadn't done your homework (ahem) – you would wait downstairs, grab another teacher as they went up and they would (hopefully) tell their colleague. I must have spent hours at the bottom of those stairs facing my fate.
I recently went back to school for my 10 year reunion. I did something I had never done before – I went up the stairs! And it was a totally normal staffroom and underwhelming. I'm definitely sticking with my ivory tower childhood memory.

I went to a girl's boarding school. These are the things that stick in my mind.
- Only being allowed five items on our dressing tables.
- Daily runs around the school premises at 7.30 in the morning - in ordinary shoes (not trainers) plus daily PE activities.
- Compulsory judo in the sixth form.
- Strict lights out regime which meant having to read under the bed clothes with a torch.
- Midnight feasts (yes, really - not fiction).
- Two inspiring teachers - for history and French.
- Wonderful music.

彩票
福彩双色球
幸运飞艇
Compulsory judo in the sixth form.