kerrensimmonds wrote: Her acts of kindness are legendary, even evidenced on this Forum.IAnyway, I think that people are judging her now by today's standards, which in my view is unfair.c) I spoke to an OG today, ten years ahead of me, and not a member of this Forum. She said that when she had been at the school, Miss West had told her and her family that she would come to nothing (and she got 5% for a scripture essay, when her Dad was a respected theologian). But at the time she took it on the chin, recognised that she needed to continue to strive to meet standards, did her best to do so, It would be good if other people could feel the same.
Writing today about that awful queueing to be viewed by Miss Richards and DR has made me feel that dreadful pain at being paraded in my School Needlework for two dragons all over again. I had become terribly fat at school. No wonder the two dragons surveyed me with a shudder.
But did DR take any interest in my obvious unhappiness? Nope. And all the negative things she said to me over the years, with never an appraisal for for the few things I did accomplish - well, I
did "take it on the chin" for seven years, which destroyed my youthful happiness and confidence. This wasn't one cruel remark about the future of a girl who had handed in a poor Scripture essay. I was just nothing... nobody, to "caring" DR. I wasn't the only one who wasn't "one of DR's *Swans". I can think of many girls who arrived at the School full of promise, who fell, unencouraged, to the bottom of the heap. Suicide attempts? Runaways? DR seems not to have taken the responsibilty.
Maybe Kerren feels it would be "good" if we could all "move on" from memories of the woman who ignored our talents and originality. Kerren was in fear of DR whilst at School and only got to know the mellowed retiree. My first Headmistress wasn't cuddly feely in the least, but we loved her because she saw something promising in each of us.
*Katharine's expression. So apt!
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""