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So then I went off down the lonely hill to my lessons. The path down the hill started with a tarmac path. As it became steeper it turned into large horizontal slabs of concrete which were laid down as long steps. They were pale coloured and ugly and I remember them as always having a decent deposit of white phlegm splodges. These had been hawked up and deposited there by the "slob" lads (of all age groups).

I remember lessons as being very hard when I arrived and I was keen to get to the break at 1040.

To signal the break between lessons an electric bell rang out, a harsh unhuman sound.

To my astonsishment I found that at the break time there was no refreshment laid on by the school and one had instead to buy ones own sweets / drinks etc. from the tuck shop. This was so popular a desire that the queue was terrible, involving an unpleasant scrum to get to the front. As with all other areas of Goring life, the smallest / youngest lost out in these situations.

Then the bell rang and it was back to the next lesson, before which a rush to get the relevant books form the carols.