Introduction
From the age of 11 to 17, my mother attended, against her will, Queen Anne’s boarding school. No one had any idea why it was called Queen Anne’s but then again there wasn’t really anything to understand about that school at all. I guess you could say that Queen Anne’s perfectly mirrored the stereotypes depicted in literature, film, and television: cold, cruel and lonely.
For this biography, I will talk about my mother in her youth and show you her times on the 6 year horror fest, we will delve into the grim ways of living but we will also quite fortunately talk about some of the victorious outcomes by the students. We will even mention the wicked house misstress, Mrs Whitaker, a shockingly cruel old lady rather ironically called Ursula (the villain in The Little Mermaid) and I find it rather comedic to hear that she looked like her too so I suppose Queen Anne’s had their very own famous (in my mother’s words) bitch in their own school.
I’ll try my hardest not to delve into the boring details and do my best to give a fresh feeling but still giving a crucial description. The problem with biographical novels is that a lot of the time they think your speaking bollocks. People like to embellish the truth and use hyperbole when unneccercary to give themselves a bigger ego, but please indeed, check yourself. Queen Anne’s was a horror beyond description and beyond, well, hyperbole.
If this helps you understand boarding schools a bit more, I don’t think will but it’s worth a try, then I am thankful. Let’s hope you haven’t had to endure the pain and have had a chance of a new life already without bars or bunk beds. And I hope you like your carpet cause there used to be none there.
Well, that’s a rap from me for now, I hope you enjoy my novel and please, if you do get angry, don’t chuck it in he bin (or Mrs Whitaker’s ghost will haunt me for all eternity).
