On the first day of the autumn term we are given our timetables with details of where the lessons will be held. Against my RE lessons was written Boys instead of a room number. Much giggling (this was the usual reaction to the word Boys at the new school - at the old school if you saw/heard the word Boys you just groaned dismissively and then flicked your hair about in the hope someone would notice you). I ask for clarification from my new form teacher - where will I find Boys. It turns out that as only two of us want to study RE at A-Level the school has decided it isn't economical to offer it so we are to take a thrice-weekly cycle ride to the nearest boys' school to join their lessons. This results in almost universal hysteria in the common room and there is much discussion about changing subjects - RE has never been so popular.
Fran and I cycle wearily to the boys' school - we have little time between the end of English and the start of RE. We are arrive red faced and probably rather sweaty - but let's not go there - boys in the playground would say things like 'Hot, girls?' rather than 'Hot girls!' - it was very dispiriting.
Death of Jezebel |
Two years of toiling up and down a hill, studying John's Gospel and the Book of Job and not a single party invitation from any of the lads - although we were once asked to a bible-reading weekend.