(Sedbergh, Winder House. Age 14)
I woke early, the sun already pushing through the edges of the towels we’d hung over the windows to cut the light. Even with them in place, the light found a way in. I lay there reading until the bell went, waiting for the call to breakfast.
There was no band practice, so the morning felt unstructured. This is not yet a school day.
I unpacked my trunk, drifted between bits of reading and prep, sketching, and a fair amount of dossing about.
Church came and went, followed by to the swimming pool for lifesaving—then a quiz, some talk, and a film.
The day moved in blocks, each one set for us. Efforts were made to keep us occupied.
Lunch, then back again for more films—two of them—then time in the room,
Supper followed.
Afterwards, we were out in the yard—Many lingering in that loose, undefined way—eating, hanging about, not quite committing to anything.
Another attempt at dossing to end the day.
The first days back at school you feel in limbo.
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