There's a school just down the road from my apartment. Big building, incredible view of the harbour, the land alone must be worth an absolute fortune.
Recently, I've popped home during the middle of the day: once to get back into my apartment after I locked my keys inside that morning, and today just to grab a book I'd forgotten I needed. Both times, as I walked past the school from the train station, there was a hearse parked outside and a solemn funeral party was loading a casket into the back.
I can't help thinking that perhaps discipline at this school is a little harsh.
You locked your keys inside _again_?
It's just one of those things I do every couple of years.
St Aloysius, is actually my first high school, and the location of the only strapping I ever received during my school years ... in fact they strapped the whole class of 37 because no-one would admit who spilt chips in the classroom. Given that the majority of the class wasn't present during the alleged chip incident, it was indeed a bit harsh. We moved to sunny Queensland the next year, which was quite a relief.
Glad to see they are honouring the school traditions and all that.
Amazing real-estate though, I remember my French class overlooked the harbour! And our playground was under the Harbour Bridge.
"The College is conducted by the Society of Jesus".
Well, from Seamus Heaney's "The Ministry of Fear",
"On my first day, the leather strap
Went epileptic in the Big Study,
Its echoes plashing over our bowed heads,
But I still wrote home that a boarder's life
Was not so bad, shying as usual."
Catholic boy schools.