Ah, this is a very difficult one. My entire experience of Wymondham College was brilliant, I loved the independence, extra-curricular activities and the diversity of students. I will, however, provide another early memory – one of the first that popped into my head for some reason. I don’t think it is my best memory, but it’s quite a fun and silly thing.
When I was in Y7 I was in a dorm with five other boys on the first floor of the boarding house. Back then we were quite a handful and during the school week, probably just after midnight, we had a competition to see who could do the most burpees before failure. [For those unfamiliar with what burpees are, feel free to google. Why we were doing this, God knows]. So, I ask you to picture this: six 11-year-old boys all jumping up and down, up and down, and up and down on a floor which wasn’t particularly solid. We made a racket. But because we were still relatively new to the school, we didn’t quite understand the layout of the boarding house… It turned out that our room was just above the bedroom of the Head of House, who, at the time, was also the assistant principal and had just had his first child… He came rushing upstairs – mouth practically foaming – and found six boys trying their hardest to control their very fatigued breathing while pretending to be asleep. Naturally, our ruse was discovered, and we were punished. Why this memory pops into my head, I don’t know. But Y7 is one of those odd years of transition and I felt like I had to space to be a child, but with the benefit of being in an environment which was gently pushing me towards adolescence.