St Mary’s – Part One

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Alexander James paced the corridor outside the headmaster’s office, waiting to be seen. It was an ashen-faced Mr. Norris, his form teacher, who’d silently passed the meeting note to him in class that said Mr. Hampton wanted to see him.St. Mary’s was unique among English all-boys sixth forms in its selection process. All young men must be, as well as hard workers, in the very best physical condition. As well as an entrance exam, there was an aptitude test – the source of much newspaper gossip – and a physical. You didn’t have to be a genius to attend, but every boy had to do his best and be co-operative. Hence the school motto: pueri in unione , which depending on who you asked, meant “boys, work as one”, or “all boys in union”. Sniggering at the motto landed you a meeting note with the headmaster.It was not for sniggering at the ill-understood motto that Alex was waiting at Mr. Hampton’s pleasure, however. It was isvecbahis his first day and he was nervous as to why he had been summoned. The school was considered unusual in academic circles for its approach to life. It was a boarding school with no day-pupil option, particularly long terms and an isolated campus. The campus did, however, come with everything a boy could need, including a pub, disco, and various shops. It was more of a village or small town. Young men, or as they were described at the school, boys, spent two years there in preparation, ostensibly, for university, but St. Mary’s boasted it prepared a boy to be a well-rounded individual, who “really understood what the pleasures of life could be.” There was much speculation about how the school got away with employing not one single woman and not one single man above the age of 45, with the sole exception of the headmaster.It was dead on 3 in the isveçbahis giriş afternoon, the time the note said to attend, so Alex knocked on the door.”Come,” said Hampton, his voice a cement-mixer of whisky and cigar.”Sir,” said Alex, as he sidled in. The head’s office was not an especially grand one, but it was spacious. There was a three-seater sofa as well as his desk and chair. No filing cabinets, everything computerised, and nothing but lesson plans to adorn the wall. No-one knew Hampton’s past career, if indeed he had one, and there were no parents within 30 miles to pass on any gossip. His impeccable but conservative dress and fine moustache might suggest a past military career, yet he was just far too handsome for that, Alex thought. He looked for all the world like one of the statues at the British Museum from ancient Greece had got off its pedestal and decided to run a school. Alex couldn’t imagine isveçbahis yeni giriş the army insisting on naked swimming in the school pool followed each boy toweling-off their best friend, as he had experienced this morning, although he couldn’t rule it out.”Good,” said Hampton, as he sat back in his chair. “Word has reached my ear of a grave and unsettling matter. As you know, St. Mary’s is a very tolerant institution and has prided itself on this tolerance throughout its 500-year history, from when monks ran the school, teaching their young novices the ways of the world. But as an all-boys school, we must be vigilant on improper relationships. You know what I’m getting at, dear boy. I’m going to have to investigate you.”There was a well-understood, yet unspoken agreement at the school. Not the sort of thing you could have in the rules or tell the inspectorate. The school would quickly be shut down if it were known to be such a liberal haven for young men who’d passed the aptitude test, so there had to be regular witch-hunts. This kept the boys on their toes so they could quickly deny their fun when asked by the external authorities.

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