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#1: Moving Forward, Started 05/04, updated 10/05 p4. Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 10:05 am
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Once upon a time I used to write quite a lot, almost always about Clem and Tony. I gave up about a year ago but have started a new drabble set after Clem leaves school. Clem is about to start a college course and Tony is in the Fifth form of his boarding school. Previous episodes are lurking in the archives if anyone cares to look! Laughing

All feedback gratefully recieved!! Smile

I know I am not terribly accurate when it comes to detail so apologies given now for any Hannah-isms.

Moving Forward

Chapter One

Clem had her nose pressed to the glass as the train pulled into Chichester station. She was jolted into the realisation that she might need to get her belongings so as to disembark and she scrabbled around in the luggage rack for her case and handbag. 'Thank goodness the rest has come in a trunk' she thought to herself with a chuckle. 'I'd never manage it otherwise!'

Meanwhile Tony screwed up his face in concentration as he tried to force the Latin verbs into his head. He was hopeless at remembering languages, not too bad at speaking them but could not remember the smallest of things at the best of times. With exams looming this certainly wasn’t the best of times!

Clem took a deep breath and prepared to alight the station platform without falling over her feet or dropping anything. 'It would be nice to make a good first impression', thought Clem, who could not remember ever making one in her life. Not noticing the newly rebuilt station, she checked in her handbag for her map and repeated the instructions to herself in an attempt to avoid getting the map out too many times before she reached her final destination.

"Hey Barras!" A shout floated up the stairwell, which descended from the end of the corridor. Tony's room was at the end of the passage and his friends usually summoned him by yelling at full pitch up the stairs.
"Coming," he yelled back before throwing his pen down, splattering ink over the abused Latin, grabbing his blazer and running down the stairs. It was only when he reached the bottom of the staircase that he remembered the fireguard that should have been put in place, but he soon dismissed it and went to the common room to find the owner of the voice. It had been a very warm August that year, but the September had started chilly so a fire in the afternoons was one luxury he, as head of the fifth form, could be allowed in his study.
Upon reaching the fifth form common room, Tony found himself cheered and slapped on the back.
"Well done Barras!"
"Congratulations!"
"Unbelievable"
"I never thought you had it in you," this last coming from Will with a chuckle. This tall, slim boy was his best friend and terrific supporter. Will held out his hand and Tony accepted it warmly. He looked around at the other boys and smiled. He had been rather unsure how they would take the news. It wasn't the usual sort of thing his crowd went in for and he was a little worried about their reaction. Pleased that they were so positive, he crossed the room to make himself a cup of cocoa before joining his friends to hear about their summer holidays. Whilst Will regaled the boys with yet another disastrous fishing trip he had taken with his father, Tony was reminded of a previous trip that had resulted in both boys, dripping wet and covered in mud after having a rather riotous game of hide and seek. He smiled as he recalled it, prompting another boy, James Jenkins to ask for the tale. The boys were soon sharing stories of their childhood misdemeanours, and before long it was time for the welcome supper that always occurred at the start of each term.

Edited a million times for general stupidity!

Last edited by aitchemelle on Thu May 10, 2007 4:43 pm; edited 12 times in total

#2: Author: Alison H, Location: Manchester

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 10:25 am
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Yay, nice new drabble Very Happy

#3: Author: Elbee, Location: Surrey

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 10:35 am
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Sounds good - now need to go and investigate the archives Very Happy

#4: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 10:55 am
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Hurrah! A Hannah-drabble!

*already wibbling about the fire-guard*

#5: Author: Fatima, Location: Sunny Qatar

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 11:14 am
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Oooh, a nice new beginning! Thanks Hannah.

#6: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 12:42 pm
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Yay!

Thanks, Hannah Very Happy

#7: Author: Miranda, Location: Perth, Western Australia

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 1:47 pm
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*also goes to investigate the archives*

I'm glad Tony's friends are being supportive about his achievement Smile

#8: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 6:15 pm
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So what is Tony's achievement then? Have I missed it?

Good to see more drabble from you Hannah! Laughing

#9: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 6:31 pm
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I'm worried about the fireguard being left off.

#10: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:02 pm
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Lesley wrote:

So what is Tony's achievement then? Have I missed it?

Patience is a virtue! Twisted Evil

#11: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:58 pm
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Oh that's OK, I was afraid it was in your last post but I couldn't see it as I'm feeling a bit fuzzy headed today! Laughing

#12: Author: Smile :), Location: Location? What's a location?

Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:18 pm
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Rather thought I might have missed something there myself, glad to know I didn't.

Thanks Aitchmelle!

#13: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:02 am
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Thank you for all your lovely comments! Laughing

Clem, by this time, had reached her destination with a minimum of fuss. She had given up trying to find the relevant bus stop in the large and imposing bus station, and confidently hailed a taxi. 'Godfather didn't give me the money for nothing!' she thought to herself.
The taxi drew up in front of a large imposing building and Clem felt her mouth dry up. The driver opened her door for her and helped her onto the pavement with her luggage. She fumbled with the coins in her purse and held out the money with a tip for him before looking up in awe at the building in front of her. 'Docendo discimus' it said over the entrance, 'We learn by teaching'.

Clem's decision to train as a teacher had come as a surprise to those who knew her. She had done well in most subjects at school, but most notably in Art and PT. Many would have thought she was destined for Art College but Clem had her own reasons for the decision. Ever since she and her brother had been sent away to school four years ago, her parents had become more and more absorbed in their work. They had toured the world in the search of stimuli for their art, rarely visiting Clem or Tony at school and finding it difficult to provide any sort of stability for them. The Barras children had not suffered; through the love and support of friends and extended family they never had holidays alone, yet Clem always felt a need for a home and a family of her own. Teaching, she had decided, would be the perfect profession to earn her the means to provide this for herself, and for Tony if he wanted it too. Her plan was to complete her Cert Ed in the two years that were required and then find a first or middle school on the south coast where she could buy a house and find her feet. Clem had grown to be a very practical and resourceful person. She had done her research well whilst still at school and secured a place at Bishop Otter Teacher Training College in Sussex to train as a teacher of 5-to-8 year olds, specialising in Art with Physical Education as a second subject. Now, looking up at the entrance, Clem forgot her fear and held her head high.

The boys filed out of supper one form at a time, the Upper fifth running escort duty for the new third formers, most of these younger boys on the verge of sleep, tears or both. The Sixth form went straight to their common room after the Headmaster’s speech, to decide upon prefect duties and rotas. Tony and another boy Bill, who was well known to be highly academic, although occasionally lacking in sympathy, led a line of small thirteen-year-old boys up towards their dormitory. These boys had only arrived two hours previously and had quickly been assigned a cubicle and left their overnight cases before being rushed down to supper earlier. The boys in Scarlet and Emerald dormitory were quick to respond to Tony's suggestion that they got ready for bed before the lights went out, rather than having to do it in the dark afterwards. Tony smiled to himself as he remembered his first time at this school. He was more prepared than most, as he had boarded at his prep school, but he found the brisk routines of St Joseph’s took a while to get used to. "Not as brisk as Matey!" was the comment his sister Clem had made when he talked to her about it. "You'll get used to it after a while," she would say and she was right.
Tony's thoughts were interrupted by a yelp coming from the nearest cubicle. "Are you alright in there?" he asked.
"Um... Er... Yes... I think so..." came the reply, "Actually, no."
Tony drew back the curtain to find a rather tangled mess of pyjama shirt and a shock of white-blonde hair sticking out of an armhole. He gently removed the offending article and turned it inside out for its owner. "I'm Sam," said the owner of the pyjama top, holding out his hand gratefully. Tony chuckled.
"I'm Tony -- there you go!" Sam smiled and slipped the shirt over his head.
"Are you a prefect?" Sam asked.
"No, well yes actually, maybe" Tony responded with difficulty. Sam looked at him. "I'm head of the fifth form, which sort of makes me like a sub-prefect." Tony replied. He turned and pulled the curtain closed behind him.
"Lights out in one minute, No more talking," he raised his voice over the burble of chatter. Bill appeared at the doorway.
"Come on Barras," he said, "I have things to do, even if you don't."
Tony turned off the lights in the room. "Sleep Well!" he called as he pulled the door to.

#14: Author: Fatima, Location: Sunny Qatar

Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:55 am
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Tony is so nice!

Thanks Hannah.

#15: Author: Miranda, Location: Perth, Western Australia

Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:19 am
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I was praising his achievement in being head of the fifth Embarassed

Does that mean there's another one as well??

#16: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:31 am
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Miranda wrote:

I was praising his achievement in being head of the fifth Embarassed

Does that mean there's another one as well??

There might be!! Twisted Evil

#17: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 1:02 pm
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Good for Tony.

Thanks Hannah.

#18: Author: Clare, Location: Liverpool

Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 4:04 pm
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Aw, Tony is so sweet there. Good luck to Clem too! Teacher training was possibly the worst year of my life. *Shudders*

#19: Author: BethC, Location: Worcester, UK

Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:25 am
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It's really good to see your Clem and Tony back, Hannah - thank you!

*waits to find out what Tony's achievement is*

#20: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:44 am
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Some hours earlier, Clem had begun her college life by meeting her fellow students. She had been welcomed by the course convenor, a Dr Emily Stewart who showed her where they would assemble on the first day. She was then shown to the halls of residence where she would be living in her first term. "When you go into schools, we will arrange lodgings for you nearby, but you can consider this home for the rest of the year." Dr Stewart smiled, recognising a good case of nerves in this first year. "Ahh, this is Miss Barnes, she is the sub warden for The Elms." Clem looked up at the pleasant-looking girl who was standing at the front door to the house. She liked the idea of having a base for a whole year.
Her sub warden was a girl not much older than Clem but in her third year of a Bachelor of Arts degree in Primary Teaching. "My name's Lucinda," she said. "You're one of the first. I hope your journey wasn't too terrible. The trains can be awful at the weekends. She smiled and pushed her fringe away from her face.
"Good afternoon Miss Barnes, I will see you on Monday I think," said Dr Stewart as she turned and walked back towards main campus.
"She didn't even tell me your name!" remarked Lucinda. "You're Clemency, aren't you?"
"Clem, definitely Clem!" came the reply.
"Oh good, Clemency is rather formal. I’m Lucy to my friends!" She picked up Clem's case and indicated for her to come in through the solid oak door. "You’re jolly lucky to get into the Elms, it’s the closest house to the lecture theatres and classrooms and the like. And the most friendly!"
"It looks like a really interesting place," remarked Clem. "Very different from the college buildings."
"Most of us have parents who are abroad," explained Lucy, " -I think they stick us here so that we feel most at home. Lots of the girls in my year live nearby, in Worthing or Portsmouth. Where are your parents?"
"The last I heard, they were in Portugal," replied Clem. "My brother's at school near Birmingham and my godfather and his wife have made their home in Cardiff."
"Wow, you poor thing! They are all spread out. Don't worry, you'll find us a friendly bunch here."

By this time the girls had reached the second floor and Lucy unlocked a door, which led into a pretty room, painted in pale yellow. The bedspread was embroidered with Sunflowers and there were two large Sunflower heads in a pale blue jug on the Window ledge. Lucy placed the case on the end of the bed and pulled open the net curtains to reveal a beautiful view of the neighbouring park.
"You’re lucky with the view" she remarked and Clem smiled with relief. The part she was most scared of was over.
"We have to cook for ourselves," said Lucy and chuckled when Clem raised her eyebrows. "There are four of you freshers moving in this weekend, you're the first and one’s not due until tomorrow. We're doing sausages and potatoes baked in their jackets, if that suits." Clem's stomach rumbled, surprising her as she hadn't noticed she was hungry. "I'll take that as a yes," said Lucy with a laugh as she went to leave the room. " -Your trunk arrived this morning, give us a yell when you're done with your small case and I'll give you a hand up the stairs. I'm on the ground floor, to the left of the front door.”

#21: Author: Fatima, Location: Sunny Qatar

Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 10:00 am
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Lucy seems nice. I hope Clem will be happy there.

#22: Author: Chelsea, Location: Your Imagination

Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 2:50 pm
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Hmm...I wonder what the part she was most scared of is?

#23: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 3:24 pm
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I'm afraid there is a MAJOR EBDism in this whole drabble, but I am soldiering on and hoping that either
a) there isn't
or
b) noone else spots it!!

Tony looked at the Latin and groaned once more. It was nine o’clock and he really should be thinking about getting ready for bed. What luxury being a fifth former meantno curfews or lights out, as long as they were quiet and didn’t disturb anyone else they were mainly left to their own devices. He stretched, leaning back on his chair, almost tipping himself into the fireplace where the embers were smouldering. He put the hated fireguard in front of the fireplace and went into the tiny bedroom that was joined to the study. The walls were painted an apple green and the curtains were a slightly darker shade. He flung open the curtains to look out across the rolling hills, seeing the lights twinkle in the far off city. He thought of his sister, away at university. He hoped to hear from her soon. Not being a good letter writer, he looked forward to receiving news that she would visit him.

Clem was satiated and sat sleepily beside the fire in the kitchen of The Elms. She had met some of the girls whom she would be living with and was so relieved that they were friendly and nice. Not entirely like her friends from school, these girls were less reserved, freer in their choices to make their own way in the world. She smiled as the small, rosy-cheeked Betty did a killer impersonation of a boy her mother had introduced to her over the holidays. Betty was a second-year drama student and her parents lived in India. During the summer, she had stayed in England with an Aunt, her parents joining them for the last two weeks. It seemed that her mother and aunt spent most of the time conspiring to marry Betty off to the nearest accountant or lawyer so she would give up this “teaching nonsense” as her mother put it. Clem stifled a yawn, it had been a long day of travelling and meeting new people always took its toll. Lucy smiled when she saw,
“Right freshers, off to bed you pop! Us oldies will see to the plates!”
“Less of the old, if you don’t mind,” joked Betty, “She’s right though, you three look done in.”
Clem looked at her fellow newcomers, Jacqueline of the long blonde mane, and Maria, quiet and dark and agreed. They did look worn out.
“We go to church at ten if you fancy that or there’s mass in the city centre at half past,” offered Lucy. “Goodnight and sleep tight!”
“Goodnight” echoed the other girls as the three climbed the steep staircase leading from the cosy sitting room up to the bedrooms.

The Elms was an old four-story house with two rooms in the attic, two each on the first and second floor and one on the ground floor. Betty and another second-year girl called Hannah had the attic rooms; Clem, Jacqueline, Maria and another first year would take the rest. Lucy, as the eldest, took the ground floor bedroom. Lucy had explained to Clem that all third years were offered the opportunity to act as sub warden for subsidised living expenses. She had actually started the job as a second year when another girl left unexpectedly. The sub warden was responsible for organising cleaning and cooking rotas, making sure the other girls gave enough time to work as well as play and generally keeping an eye on things.
“We have to report to the Warden each week and let him know how everything is going,” explained Lucy, “Any problems too big and he’s the person to talk to.”

Clem wearily changed for bed. Her eyes were shutting and it was an effort to get under the sheets. The unpacking of her trunk would have to wait a day or so. They had shared much laughter in three of them getting the trunk up the stairs before they’d eaten and she grimaced as she thought of how much it had hurt when she tripped over it on the way downstairs. Soon Clem was asleep, happy and feeling like she’d come home.

#24: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:42 pm
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Sounds as though Clem is in with a nice lot of people.

Thanks Hannah.

#25: Author: Miranda, Location: Perth, Western Australia

Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 1:06 am
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Clem has certainly landed on her feet here Smile

Very pleased for her!

#26: Author: Fatima, Location: Sunny Qatar

Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 2:07 pm
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Clem is settling in well. Thanks Hannah.

#27: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 2:27 pm
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Thank you for your comments Smile

Chapter Two

Tony awoke to a fierce battering at his door.
“Barras, you coming to the nets or not?” came the shout. He blearily padded to the door and opened it to find Will, dressed ready for Cricket practice.
“Blast, I forgot!” he said, stifling a yawn, “give me five minutes.”
“We’ll see you down there, don’t miss the warm up!”
Tony glanced at the clock and quickly got himself dressed. Practice would start officially on Wednesday and whilst cricket wasn’t really his thing, it would still be a good thing to get onto one of the school teams, even as a reserve. He jogged down the stairs, barely two minutes later, swept past the dining hall where he grabbed two slices of toast, much to the shocked look of one of the maids, then half-jogged, half-walked down to the nets.

The wake-up call for Clem was much more lenient. She stirred at nine and lay still peeking out of the gaps in her curtains, where she hadn’t quite drawn them the night before. She could see hazy sunshine and it felt much warmer than it had the past few days. Just as she had decided to get up there came a knock at the door.
“Now don’t expect this all the time, but just cos it’s your first morning and I’m feeling generous!” Betty said as she entered the room bearing a cup of steaming tea. She put the rather full cup on Clem’s bedside table before perching herself on the end of the bed.
“So, what would you like me to show you first?” she asked. “Lucy’s got work to do for an essay, so I thought I would volunteer to sheepdog.” Clem smiled at the familiar phrase.
“Oh you poor thing, you don’t have to look after me, I’m sure I’ll find my feet. We used to have to do that with new girls at school, I’m sure they found it a terrible bore!”
“Well,” said Betty, “I wouldn’t. I think it would be fun! But if you would prefer to explore on your own I wont take too much offence!” Clem laughed,
“If you can spare the time, I would love it!” she replied.

Clem finished her tea as Betty went down to the kitchen to find some breakfast. She quickly washed and dressed and replaited her long dark red hair. Ten minutes later saw her sitting at the large kitchen table, burning her mouth on delicious porridge and golden syrup. The two girls were soon ready with sandals and a light jacket and walked up the driveway preparing to explore the town.
“Hey there!” came a shout from the attic window next to Betty’s. “Wait for me!” With a scramble there came, flying through the door a large girl with two dark plaits falling past her shoulders.
“Did you fall Hannah?” asked Betty with mock sympathy.
“No!” Hannah replied with incredulity. “I may be one of the clumsiest people you know, but I can just about walk down the stairs. I’m Hannah,” she said introducing herself to a surprised Clem. “I am a second year Maths specialist, for my sins.”
“What she won’t tell you,” remarked Betty, “is that she is actually a bit of a genius and she’s only seventeen.”
Hannah stuck out her tongue and proceeded to explain to Clem most of her life story as they strolled towards the city centre.

#28: Author: Alison H, Location: Manchester

Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 3:17 pm
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The girls sound nice.

#29: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 3:53 pm
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Hannah - do you teach Maths?

Thanks for that. Laughing

#30: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 4:29 pm
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Lesley wrote:

Hannah - do you teach Maths?

Thanks for that. Laughing

I teach all the subjects... but I am maths coordinator ... my character isnt me tho!

#31: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 1:04 pm
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The boys flopped down under the broad-leaved oak tree that stood on the edge of the playing fields. They were soon joined by others from their form who had been taking the opportunity of a free Sunday to brush up on their passing, ready for the start of a new Rugby season.
“It’s jolly warm today for September!” remarked Tony as he pushed his blonde hair off his forehead. “I thought we were heading for Autumn already!”
“ You’re just unfit,” joked Will poking him in the side. “Too many home-cooked dinners!”
“Chance would be a fine thing,” replied Tony lazily. “I never stayed anywhere that long to get accustomed to it!”

Tony and Clem had spent the beginning part of the holiday together with Clem’s school friend Mary-Lou and her mother. They had then gone separate ways with Tony staying with his godfather Peter Young and his wife Gillian, an old girl and ex-teacher from his sister’s school, whilst Clem visited a school friend abroad. Their paths had then crossed as Clem went to the Young’s then Tony had visited a friend from prep school along with Will. Thinking about his holiday gave Tony conflicting feelings. On the one hand, it was great to see so many different places and people, but on the other hand, there was this niggling feeling that perhaps it just wasn’t normal. Tony had learnt to accept that his parents weren’t like other peoples. Who else’s parents would spend their lives moving round from pillar to post in the search of a great landscape to paint? He let out a long sigh.

The three girls sat on a bench at the harbour side, eating chips soaked in salt and vinegar. Clem had enjoyed one of the best mornings of her life and couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have made two friends so quickly. Her old life at the Chalet School seemed so far away and she would never have thought that she was ready to move on. She missed her friends, but somehow knowing that so many of them were moving on made it easier. They had started their morning by attending Morning Prayer at the church nearby and then taken a stroll round the city. Clem gazed in awe at the cathedral, and looked excited at the prospects of exploring the small shops and sampling the wares of the various cafes.

A small white and brown terrier, nosing at her ankles, interrupted her thoughts. She leant down to pet it, and it licked the salt and vinegar from her hand before jumping up next to her on the bench. Betty laughed whilst Hannah edged away.
“Down Bill, DOWN Sir!” came a shout from along the quayside. A tall boy with an alarming shock of red hair came panting, out of breath. “I’m so sorry,” he puffed. “Down Bill.”
At last the dog obeyed and the boy clipped him back on his lead. Hannah sat back down on the bench, still keeping as far away from the dog as she could without seeming rude. They boy grimaced nervously and then, muttering “Sorry” under his breath, lead the dog away from the three girls. Hannah was obviously shaken and looked pale.
“Are you alright old girl?” asked her friend.
“Y...Yes, I think so,” came the reply. Clem opened her mouth as if to ask, but a look from Betty made her think better of it.
“Time to get going methinks,” said Betty, standing up and she quickly led the girls back in the direction of home.

#32: Author: Fatima, Location: Sunny Qatar

Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 1:18 pm
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Clem and Tony must find their parents decidedly unusual once they'd met friends' parents. I'm just reading Three Go at the moment and feeling quite sorry for Tony, being given a good walloping by his father.

Thanks Hannah.

#33: Author: Elle, Location: Peterborough

Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 4:03 pm
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Thanks for the update.

Very Happy

#34: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 5:31 pm
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Thanks Hannah.

#35: Author: Tan, Location: London via Newcastle Australia

Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:36 pm
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Clem is one of my favourite characters. I agree with Fatima about feeling sorry for the hidings Tony used to get from his father.

#36: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 8:41 am
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I love Clem & Tony too (funny that!) I get excited when I see them mentioned in books!! There are lots of odd passing mentions..

“Penny for them?” James interrupted Tony’s melancholy thoughts.
“Nothing, just reminiscing.. Shall we go back to the tower?” replied Tony, unwilling to leave his thoughts behind just yet. He rose from his seat under the tree, cooled by its shade, and started towards the tall stone building that they had affectionately named the tower, for it rose two storeys above the rest of the school and had a cone-shaped roof.
“Hey wait for us!” remarked George and James, but Tony failed to hear them, still lost in thoughts about his family.

When he got to the staircase he took the stairs two at a time. He didn’t want others to intrude into his private thoughts. Taking out his letter pad and pen he swiftly composed a letter to his sister.
Dear Clem,

How are you? How is your new place? What is the college like? Is it like school? Do you have masters and mistresses still? Do you have your own room? What’s the food like?

He paused, wondering how to continue.

School is okay. Seems strange being in the fifth form and being head of it. Guess I have to grow up and be responsible now.

Tony pulled a face at this point. He remembered the stern chat he’d had with his housemaster the previous morning. He understood the honour and privilege bit but wasn’t sure that they’d made the right choice. ‘I guess everyone thinks that at first,’ he shrugged. He paused again to think of the right way to put his thoughts down in the letter.

I’ve been thinking about mum and dad. Do you know where they are? Does anyone? I mean what would happen to us if something happened to them, I don’t know if they disappeared or something? Not to make you worry sis, just I’ve been thinking. Do you think its odd that we spend our holidays with so many people? I mean I love Mother Carey and Peter and Gill but still. It’s not normal is it? Would mum and dad want us to visit them sometime do you suppose? Do you think they still think about us? Wonder what we’re like? We haven’t seen them for three years it must be odd. Do you think they still love us Clem?

‘Probably not,’ he thought, ‘-do they even remember they have children?’ he asked, and then quickly stopped himself. It wouldn’t do to think like that; of course they loved them and thought about them. They were just different that’s all, ‘and different doesn’t mean bad.’ Tony reasoned with himself. He pulled out an envelope from the drawer and carefully copied out the address Clem had left with the Youngs.

‘The Elms,
De Chartres Avenue,
Chichester,
West Sussex,
ENGLAND’

He sealed the envelope and stuck a stamp on it. Then he took it downstairs to put in the basket by the porters lodge. It would be posted for him in the morning.

#37: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 8:55 am
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Thanks for this Hannah - lots and lots of lovely updates!

#38: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:57 pm
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Poor Tony *hugs him*

Thanks, Hannah Very Happy

#39: Author: Tan, Location: London via Newcastle Australia

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 2:33 pm
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Poor Tony. It must have been hard for them. At least he realises that there are other people who love them.

#40: Author: Fatima, Location: Sunny Qatar

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 3:10 pm
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aitchemelle wrote:

I love Clem & Tony too (funny that!) I get excited when I see them mentioned in books!! There are lots of odd passing mentions..

I can understand completely - that's exactly how I feel when I find a mention of Gillian Culver!

Poor Tony; I hope his mother writes to him sometimes.

#41: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 5:07 pm
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Can understand how confused he would be - good that he has a close relationship with his sister.

Thanks Hannah.

#42: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 11:56 pm
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Oh, poor Tony, even wondering whether or not his parents think about him and Clem.

#43: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 8:29 am
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One of your earlier questions is now answered!!

Tony lingered by the notice board outside the common room. The notice was still there. Head of the Fifth Form, him. And the smaller notice too. The one that only his close friends would think of looking for.

In large script were the words ‘Drama Club production: Romeo and Juliet’ and underneath in smaller writing of the same style ‘cast list’, then a list of names. Next to his name was the word Mercutio. Excellent. He hadn’t dreamt it! Acting was something Tony was passionate about. In reality the only thing about school he had really truly loved for the last four years. His work was passable in most subjects, but it was in the Drama lessons that they sometimes did during English that he truly excelled. He had joined the drama club at the beginning of his fourth year, but -uncharacteristically found himself shy and retiring, sticking to the background roles and painting scenery for their production of the Merchant of Venice. He hadn’t even told his friends what he was doing, excusing his absence as long periods of study time in the library. It was only when the posters were put up around the school the previous June with the words ‘by Tony Barras’ printed at the bottom that any of them had an inkling of his involvement. His involvement grew when the poor unfortunate playing Bellario, the lawyer, was knocked down on the cricket pitch and Tony was asked to step in. This role, albeit small, was enough to show the master in charge of the club that the boy had promise.

Auditions for the latest of Shakespeare’s offerings took place at the end of the summer term and Tony did not hold out high hopes, so the news upon his arrival at school on the previous day had produced a dual surprise.

Underneath this hand-scripted sign was a small typed notice.
‘All actors are required to attend a meeting on Monday night after supper and will be excused from prep.’
“Excellent!” exclaimed Tony to the bemusement of two sixth form boys who happened to be strolling past.
“Bonkers,” one remarked.
“Absolutely crackers,” the other shook his head.

Clem was tired when she reached home again. ‘Home?’ she thought, ‘how quickly it has become home to me!’ She filled the kettle and put it to boil on the stove whilst Hannah and Betty took their outdoor clothes to their rooms. Clem pondered the events of the day, wondering why Hannah had turned so pale. ‘You could ask her?’ nudged her subconscious, ‘but you don’t want to turn into another Mary-Lou.’
“I’ll wait till I’m told.” She resolved.
“Wait until what?” Asked Lucy, coming out of her room rather ink splattered and weary looking.
“Nothing,” Clem responded quickly. “You look like my Auntie Joey when she’s writing a novel!” she laughed.
“It’s my blasted pen. It positively squirts ink all over me every time I use it. What’s your Auntie’s excuse?”
“Oh it’s just her I think. Once she gets involved in a book there’s no doing with her.”
“Is she your mum’s sister or your dad’s?” asked Lucy politely.
“Neither. She’s a sort of substitute Auntie because my parents are away.” Clem explained with difficulty.
“What sort of books does she write?” asked Jacqueline, from the doorway. “Would we have heard from her?”
“Josephine M Bettany?” Clem asked, waiting for the storm of comments. She had considered that the gracious lady’s books may not be too warmly received by ladies training to be teachers.
“Oh I used to love those,” enthused Jacqueline, “bit young for me now, passed down to Michelle, my younger sister, she’s nine.” Clem smiled, pleased to have found a bond with another of her new housemates.

#44: Author: Fatima, Location: Sunny Qatar

Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 9:14 am
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I'm glad they were not negative about Jo's books.

And I'm pleased that Tony has found something he enjoys.

#45: Author: Alison H, Location: Manchester

Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 9:15 am
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Laughing

I love Clem not wanting to turn into another Mary-Lou.

#46: Author: Miranda, Location: Perth, Western Australia

Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 9:41 am
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Aha the secret is out Laughing

I can certainly see Toby as an actor - he obviously takes it quite seriously and I'm glad that his friends are being supportive.

And I admire Clem's restraint Smile

#47: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 5:54 pm
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Thanks Hannah, lovely scenes.

#48: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 11:59 pm
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Good to see that Tony enjoys Drama and was successful at the audition. And Clem is settling down very well.

#49: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 7:00 pm
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A bit slow at the mo with working and still trying to reread to track Clem's history! Laughing

Here goes Ch3.

Chapter Three

Tony groaned as he read through his timetable. ‘Whatever possessed me to take two languages?’ he thought to himself. ‘Well at least I only have one science subject.’
“How’s it looking?” asked Will, “mine is terrible, all Mathematics and Sciences!”
“Serves you right for being such a brainbox!” came the reply from Tony with a wry grin on his face.

“Attention please, Gentlemen!”
It was their housemaster, Dr Phillips, a large man with a great booming voice. “form rooms in ten minutes please to sort out text books and other paraphernalia. Lunch will be prompt at midday and then lessons will start after lunch. There will be a meeting for any fifth former who wishes to be a sub prefect at four o’clock. Prep will start at five and go on til six forty-five. Supper is prompt at seven and there will be free time from eight onwards. Make the most of it; this will be a busy year. Any questions?”

“How does he expect us to remember even a third of that?” joked George sidling up behind Tony and Will. “Honestly, the man is barmy!”

“Barras!” interrupted Phillips. “You will be expected to take the meeting in 5A’s form room. Just explain briefly what a sub prefect’s duties are and take a list of names. Give them to me and I shall discuss the likely candidates with the rest of the masters. The names of the chosen seven will be announced at supper.”
Tony went red, he wasn’t used to the attention of his superiors and wasn’t exactly clear on the duties of a sub prefect. Seeing the concern on his face, Phillips suggested he spoke to Andrews, who was the head boy of the school. “You can catch him at break!” he added kindly.

The morning in their form room was the usual start of term mayhem with the collection and then distribution of text and exercise books. This was compounded by the differing curricula each boy would study in preparation for his O Levels. By ten o’clock most of them were organised and filed out to break, where they took their mugs of coffee or tea out into the East Courtyard. Tony made it his priority to catch Simon Andrews to discuss the role of a sub prefect whilst his friends made themselves comfortable around the fountain that formed the centrepiece of the yard.
“Are you going to go for it?” asked James to Will.
“Sub prefect? Not decided. I want to see what we will have to do first. By the looks of things it’s mainly break and prep duties for the babies, but we shall see. I will pop along to the meeting later though. You?”
“Nah, not my cup of tea,” replied James. “I know George will go, he’s hoping for cake.”
George spluttered over his coffee.
“That’s not the only reason!” he said indignantly. “It might be fun! But there is usually cake at those sort of meetings” he pondered the last to himself.

#50: Author: Alison H, Location: Manchester

Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 8:21 pm
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Yes, cake is always a good way of getting people along to meetings Laughing

#51: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 9:00 pm
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Absolutely! Very Happy

Thanks, Hannah Very Happy

#52: Author: Fiona Mc, Location: Bendigo, Australia

Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 1:31 am
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Any meeting I've been stuck has usually handed out chocolate or lollies. Thanks, this is really good

#53: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 11:08 am
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Before long it was time to return to the form room where several boys were dispatched to fetch items of stationery to be divided up with the dire warning that there would be no more until after Christmas. Tony entered the room later than the rest and excused himself to Mr Brown.
Paul Brown was a softly spoken master. He was rather ineffectual with the younger, more boisterous forms, but these boys had a quiet respect for this tall, dignified man. He was a music master and very talented in all that he did. He was happy to talk about his holidays, which were spent exploring the wilds of Norfolk, bird watching and fishing with his younger brother, a cellist studying at one of the top London Music Schools. Tony listened with half an ear whilst making notes from his discussion with Simon. The role of sub prefect was pretty simple. They were expected to take third-year prep duty in pairs on four nights a week, and to help serve tea and coffee at break time each day. Tony himself would have to be part of this rota and he sketched out a vague timetable. With three forms in each year it would mean that each pair would have three days of duty, with Friday prep being taken by two of the housemasters.

“How was your holiday Barras?” Tony’s thoughts were disrupted.
“Pardon? Holiday? Good thanks.” He replied to Mr Brown’s question almost automatically. The master looked at him curiously, but before he had a chance to comment Peter launched into a description of his family’s trip to the Isle of Wight and the ferry journey from Portsmouth to Cowes. The rest of the form was absorbed in his account and Tony was saved for the moment.

Soon it was time for lunch and the boys sat down to roast chicken, which was a welcome treat for the start of term. Tony was head of his table, which was made up from the recent additions to the school including Sam, the small chap he’d helped the previous night. Sam smiled at the elder boy and was rewarded with a chummy grin back in his direction. The meal passed peacefully, despite unusual table manners from some. Tony dealt with these swiftly and politely and the meal ended without too much fuss.

The afternoon lessons were short and to the point. Introducing the O Level syllabus and reminding them how hard they were going to have to work seemed to be the main bulk of all that Tony attended. They were excused at quarter to four and Tony rushed to get a drink before going to 5A’s form room. He was overwhelmed at the number of boys that were already waiting and was hard pushed to find everyone a seat. He nervously stood up at the front of the room and cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention, which miraculously came promptly.

He started by explaining the details of the sub-prefect role, as told to him by Andrews, and then added some words of his own to describe the sort of boy who might be suitable. Tony wanted reliable people who could be trusted. George’s prediction that there would be cake was not realised, but the boys were soon munching on chocolate biscuits whilst they discussed their thoughts and asked Tony questions. His final job was to take a list of names of those who were keen, and then the boys went to enjoy the last fifteen minutes of free time before prep started. Tony glanced through the list of names and pulled faces at several. ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘it won’t be my decision, so I probably shouldn’t worry too much.’ With that he closed the windows in the room and turned off the lights before taking the list to Dr Phillips’ study.

None of the prep was too arduous, but Tony found it hard to give it his full attention after the break of the summer holidays. He was almost relieved when Geoffrey Smith, a fourth year, appeared at the door to call him to Dr Phillips’ study. The interview was brief, the staff having easily chosen all but one of the positions. “Not too sure on the last two,” said Dr Phillips, “but we’ll get there by supper time.”

#54: Author: Fiona Mc, Location: Bendigo, Australia

Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 12:30 pm
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Poor Tony, he does sound like he has a bit of a full plate

#55: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:32 pm
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I'm sure Tony will do really well - he seems to have grown up a lot.

Thanks Hannah!

#56: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 3:22 pm
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Love the way he dealt with the unusual table manners! Laughing

Thanks Hannah.

#57: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 11:47 pm
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This is intriguing - interesting to see Tony settling down at his school, which must have been more of a home to him than most.

#58: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 9:26 am
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This is the last bit I've written at the moment. Will try to do some more later or tomorrow!!

Tony glanced at the list and saw that there were sound choices made. Two names particularly stuck out, James and George. He was surprised that Will’s name was not on the list, but he supposed that with his school workload he would be hard pushed to make the commitment. James was a good chap, but hadn’t seemed very interested, only asking if they got let off any prep. George was solid and dependable, but again his interests lay elsewhere.
“Any surprises?” asked Dr Phillips in a loud voice, forcing Tony out of his thoughts.
“No Sir,” he said. Phillips raised an eyebrow and went on –
“Hawksworth and Jenkins, unusual choices eh?”
“I suppose so Sir,” said Tony, not knowing what he was required to respond.
“The other masters thought it might teach them to take some responsibility for their actions, good idea, but they might need some guidance, if you know what I mean.”
Tony did know but wasn’t sure whether an answer was required.
“Right, well. We will announce the names at supper. Have you finished your prep?”
“Almost Sir, just some Latin left to learn.”
“I shall ask Johnson to excuse you on that. I need your help to organise prep and duty. Shouldn’t take too long.”
Tony was surprised, he had thought that the master would be well equipped to do this job without any help, but he sat and worked alongside him until the first bell for supper.

Supper passed slowly for the waiting boys; some nervous of the decision being made; some wishing they hadn’t put their names down. The boys in Tony’s form had tried to pump him for information, but he had been remarkably restrained in not telling them. They cleared the tables and sat back down, waiting expectantly. The Headmaster stood up, and announced the prefects from the upper sixth and detailed their various duties. He also welcomed Tony to his new post and the boy went very red as the rest of his table turned to stare at him.

Dr Phillips stood up next and made a long speech about the role of the sub prefect in leading the middle school by example and taking some of the workload from the prefects, who were studying for their A levels. Tony looked around him at the current prefects, wondering if they had been as nervous as he was. Soon Dr Phillips was reading a list of names. Tony listened intently, not knowing who the seventh member would be.
“Stand up when I call your name please: Simon Morris, George Hawskworth, Miles Sullivan, James Jenkins, Thomas Jones, Christopher Fawkes and William Thompson.”
There was fierce clapping and a few cheers from the boys, amongst small disappointed sighs from one or two. In the main, these boys were popular, fair and well known by the rest of the school. All seven boys looked pleased, although one or two more so than others. Will’s pleasure was mixed with concern, as he worried about his work and the demands of the subjects he was taking.

#59: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 12:57 pm
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But I thought Will's name wasn't on the list? Confused

Thanks Hannah.

#60: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 4:09 pm
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Lesley wrote:

But I thought Will's name wasn't on the list? Confused

Sorry Lesley, the way I posted it made it confusing. When Tony went to see Dr Phillips, (in the post before) he said there was still one undecided place, that then went to Will!!

#61: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 6:07 pm
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So glad to see another of your Tony & Clem drabbles. Very Happy

Thanks Hannah.

#62: Author: Fiona Mc, Location: Bendigo, Australia

Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 6:41 am
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Thanks, lovely update

#63: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:03 pm
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This is totally unedited and unread by anyone so basically sorry if its rubbish and full of mistakes.. oh and there's loads of historical errors (mainly cos I can't add) and errors in eductional stuff too.. basically read at your own risk guys! Anything thats glaringly hideous and can't be overlooked please PM me cos I am a sensitive soul!!! H x

Chapter Four

History of Education, Philosophy of Education, Early Child Studies and Pre-School Reading. Clem rolled her eyes, looking at her timetable. ‘And that’s only Monday!’ she thought to herself. Thankfully Tuesday and Thursday afternoons were dedicated to practical Art, with Art history coming on a Friday after lunch, the PT element of her course would take place on Thursday mornings. Further into the week were lectures on the other subjects she would be required to teach, with Wednesday afternoons free for ‘Sports and Social’ activities. The others in the house had explained this to Clem.
“We don’t have to take part in a sport or anything, but the college likes to think that we are here to become well-rounded individuals,” clarified Betty. “I tend to visit the Swimming baths or play tennis if it’s fine. All first years have a talk on the first Wednesday of term and are given all the options for the term. You can sign up for a regular slot or just pick and choose as you fancy.” Hannah laughed.
“Or ignore it altogether and go for coffee in the refectory,” she said with a smile. “Much more my cup of tea!”

Clem had received her timetable on the Monday morning, lectures not beginning properly until the next day. She had joined her course convenor Dr Stewart for lunch and spent a pleasant time getting to know the other students studying Art and Primary teaching. Her timetable filled her with dread as there were so many new subjects for her to study, and unlike a normal degree course they were very varied. She looked glumly at the pile of books that she had been issued with and picked up the first and begun flicking through it.
“Urghh… Piaget’s Theory of Cognitive development,” came a voice from the doorway. The owner of the voice was contorted in an expression of absolute disgust. “You’re keen!” Betty entered the room and perched on the corner of the Sunflower bedecked bed. Clem smiled at her and returned the book to the top of the pile.
“Not keen so much as scared!” she replied. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ve made the right choice!”
“You’ll be grand I’m sure,” said Betty reassuringly. “If I passed the first year, I’m sure you will. D’you fancy giving me a hand with dinner? I said I would make a chicken pie and now I’m starting to regret offering!” Clem got to her feet and compliantly followed Betty downstairs, fetching Maria on the way who agreed to peel the potatoes in her quiet way.

#64: Author: Fiona Mc, Location: Bendigo, Australia

Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 11:48 pm
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Loved the update and no I didn't see any mistakes at all Confused

unless you're worried the book hadn't been written back then? It was great and I love reading this Very Happy

#65: Author: Miranda, Location: Perth, Western Australia

Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 2:28 am
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Thanks Hannah, it was lovely to see more of this! Clem is settling down with such a nice bunch of girls, and I hope she can enjoy at least parts of her course Laughing

#66: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 10:28 pm
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Thanks Hannah - very impressed with the courses Clem is taking.

#67: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 4:41 pm
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Lucy looked at Clem thoughtfully as they ate. The pie had been a success, thankfully Clem was a lot more confident in culinary matters than Betty who was “all style, no substance” according to this ladies’ mother. Between the two of them and Maria a sumptuous feast had been assembled. Clem had enjoyed the opportunity to get to know this quiet girl a little better. Maria had been home schooled for most of her life and admitted that she found living with strangers difficult. Under Clem’s cautious questioning and Betty’s haphazard chitchat, she soon seemed a little more forthcoming, telling the girls about her father, younger brother and the house she had lived in since she was small.
“Clem seems worried,” Lucy confided in Betty later on. “Is she a little homesick?”
“More concerned about the course I think,” replied Betty, “between you and I, I don’t think Clem has much attachment to home. She’s talked more about her old school and her friends than anything else. Don’t worry, I will keep my eye on her and help her out if she gets into anything sticky!”
Lucy laughed at the turn of phrase, and then put the subject of Clem out of her head for a while.

Tuesday morning passed peacefully for most, although Clem still spent more time being baffled than understanding what was being taught. At coffee time she shared her woes with Jacqueline and Maria who had shared the same classes as she. They had similar gripes and confusion and Clem was pleased to find that she was not the only one although the feeling of such utter bewilderment was not one that sat easily with her. ‘Introduction to the Teaching of Mathematics’ came between coffee and lunch, which put Clem a little more at ease. Maths was a strong subject for her and she was pleased to have followed most of the lecture. After lunch she was delighted to spend a peaceful three hours in the Art studio. Their class was a mix of Primary and Secondary Art teachers and their first task was an illustration of a children’s book, not dissimilar to work that they undertook at the Chalet School. Clem’s landscape of a rocky coastline was commended but her figures needed a little more work.
“I’ve lived near plenty of coastline,” she explained to Felicity the Art tutor, “but figure work is hard without a model or postcard to look at!”
“Perhaps I can solve that!” came the response and Clem found herself in possession of a photograph of a family walking through some woodland.
“The setting is not quite the same but if you can use this to get the proportions and so on, you will have a realistic composition.”
Clem beamed and quickly got on with her task.

#68: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:26 pm
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Pleased Clem is settling in so well.

Thanks Hannah.

#69: Author: bethany, Location: Liverpool (mostly)

Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:48 pm
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I managed to miss the last update, so I got to read two at once today - lucky me Smile

I am enjoying finding out more about Clem, she is one of the characters I really liked. I was always a bit disappointed that she didn't feature much after she left school.

This reminds me a bit of my first term at university (though I did Maths and then Geology) - some things seem really easy and some really hard depending what you had done at school.

Thanks!

#70: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 11:36 pm
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Oh, that sense of relief that you can follow at least some of the lecture! And Piaget (shudder!)

Good to see Clem making new friends who care about her.

#71: Author: Miranda, Location: Perth, Western Australia

Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 1:29 am
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Quote:

The pie had been a success, thankfully Clem was a lot more confident in culinary matters than Betty who was “all style, no substance”

What an appropriate expression Laughing

Thanks Hannah - I'm glad Clem is finding she's not the only one to be confused. And her tutors (or at least Felicity) seem really nice!

#72: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 5:09 pm
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Glad Clem's settling down well! And her course sounds really interesting, apart from the whole art thing, which I was never any good at. I think Clem will be a wonderful teacher - she was always so fab with Mary-Lou!

Thank you, hon.

#73: Author: Chair, Location: Rochester, Kent

Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:05 pm
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Thanks, Hannah. I'm sorry I've only discovered this. I saw this briefly whilst I was on holiday and I forgot all about it afterwards. Embarassed

I promise to keep up with it now. I'm really enjoying it so far. It's great to see Tony taking responsibility and I'm glad Clem is settling in well.

I think I might have spotted the EBDism, but I will PM you about it.

#74: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 9:16 pm
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Thanks for the update, Hannah. Very Happy

I agree with Fran - Clem will make a fab teacher.

#75: Author: aitchemelle, Location: West Sussex

Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 6:08 pm
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Thanks for the comments. Am moving this weekend (and my internet at the flat is giving up!) so wont be able to post for a while! Sorry! Shall do so as soon as I can (or search out a dial up cable hehehe!)
Thank you for your comments
Hannah x

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