Life in these independent schools
Waiting in waiting rooms or hanging out at my toyless grandmother’s house when I was growing up, I used to read a few columns in the old Reader’s Digest magazines. Life in These United States was a favorite, and if my memory is not too foggy, I am pretty certain there was one about life in the military.
Having lived at boarding schools, I am convinced that there are legions of anecdotes for a hilarious collection of Life in These Boarding Schools. I recognize that there would need to be chapters entitled “These happened prior to our society becoming litigious” or “WARNING: Don’t read if you are planning on sending your child to boarding school,” but those of who have lived or live the life deserve the collection uncensored.
I will offer a preview of the opening anecdote for the P.L. society (pre-litigious) chapter here: (Yes, this is a true story)
At an all-boys junior boarding school, a dorm parent was at his wits end as to what to do with one particularly very messy young man who lived on his hall. The dorm parent had tried revoking privileges, pleading, talking to the parents, the advisor but nothing changed the young man’s slovenly habits. So one day while conducting room inspection and once again finding this young man’s room littered with cast off clothing, old papers and smelly sneakers, the dorm parent returned to his apartment and grabbed a handful of nails and a hammer. He went back to the boy’s room and proceeded to nail each item to the floor.
Lesson learned.