Unofficial Christ's Hospital Forum

In which case I apologise. Although TBH - I don't think I was one of the culprits. I was (and probably still am) a bit too square for that. I can remember getting privately really enraged that some teachers simply couldn't control a class.

Deb GP wrote:In which case I apologise. Although TBH - I don't think I was one of the culprits. I was (and probably still am) a bit too square for that. I can remember getting privately really enraged that some teachers simply couldn't control a class.

yeah me too. got concentrated sulphuric acid poured on my head once and Mr Talkington managed to deal with it by asking me to ask the culprit to give me the money for a new hairband (my hairband had got burned by the acid). That was wrong.

Ruthie-Baby wrote: yeah me too. got concentrated sulphuric acid poured on my head once and Mr Talkington managed to deal with it by asking me to ask the culprit to give me the money for a new hairband (my hairband had got burned by the acid). That was wrong.

Wrong, perhaps but at least practical. You would have to live with the culprit for several years after not knowing what they would do to you by way of revenge for squealing perhaps during your sleep(and they could get pretty unpleasant about it.....). (One boy, at a well known other public school, had petrol poured down his back and ignited because of his accent. He had the scars from his knees to his neck for the rest of his life)

Mr Talkington probably didn't want to put you, the victim, too much on the spot - a straight request for the name would probably lead to a refusal and any refusal of an instruction by a teacher ......

a difficult one; would you have named her??? Who was it? - peeps need to know

blondie95 wrote:

Great Plum wrote:what on earth did I say?

the comment was one of Mrs Plum's first memories of CH is you shouting my name at the top of your voice at me when I came back for a couple of days...

and i said that was mean to make it sound like it was a bad thing!

Oh it wasn't a bad thing!

sejintenej wrote:

Ruthie-Baby wrote: yeah me too. got concentrated sulphuric acid poured on my head once and Mr Talkington managed to deal with it by asking me to ask the culprit to give me the money for a new hairband (my hairband had got burned by the acid). That was wrong.

Wrong, perhaps but at least practical. You would have to live with the culprit for several years after not knowing what they would do to you by way of revenge for squealing perhaps during your sleep(and they could get pretty unpleasant about it.....). (One boy, at a well known other public school, had petrol poured down his back and ignited because of his accent. He had the scars from his knees to his neck for the rest of his life)

Mr Talkington probably didn't want to put you, the victim, too much on the spot - a straight request for the name would probably lead to a refusal and any refusal of an instruction by a teacher ......

a difficult one; would you have named her??? Who was it? - peeps need to know

Oh, my mistake, the whole class knew who it was (Ismael Challis not that I remember how to spell his name). Think that's because I went to the teacher very quietly and said someone, I think it was Ismael becuse he just walked behind me, has poured liquid on my head. To his limited credit, the teacher immediately tried to find out what liquid it was and then poured some kind of soda stuff on me so I would still have some hair.

Get this bit though, he wouldn't let me go back to house early to wash my hair! I had to sit there the rest of the lesson with all this stuff on my head.

Hmm, that must have been nice for you...

yeah lovely. I have a lot to thank CH for but there were many times the school failed me.

WOuld you do it again though Ruth?

soc wrote:WOuld you do it again though Ruth?

I would love to but I don't think I could handle it all again.

Of course, if I were an adult and got the chance to do it again, hmm, free food (however bad), people teaching me stuff while I just sat there, time to practice music, reading in the library, lots of boys, a chance to get better grades in my not-so-good A-levels... yes without a shadow of a doubt.

That's knowing what life is like in the real world though. As an 11 year old, no way.

Having girls at Horsham has sure made the school more interesting. It was single sex in the 70s

soc wrote:Having girls at Horsham has sure made the school more interesting. It was single sex in the 70s

Multiple sex in the 90s (sorry I mean co-ed - what was I thinking?)

I can remember far less hard times from my seniors than my juniors...

I think I just cared less in my seniors. I was very fed up with being institutionalised by my Grecians. Thank goodness for distractions like the Theatre, Scouts and Choir. I think I learnt more out of lessons than I did in them.

The distractions were the best bit...

yeah, Mr (Tim) Callaghan used to take me out with his string quartet (out of the school that is) and I used to page turn (sometimes it was a piano trio) and stuff and I'm sure I wouldn't have lasted with so much of my mental health intact had it not been for him.