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Sorry it’s taken me a while to post, there has been plenty going on. I was dragged back to my college for ‘prize giving’, two and a half hours of show-boating, champagne and cynicism on my part. After all the fur coats and false smiles I decided to go and stay with my cousin at her flat in London for a few days. We had a great time shopping and even managed to catch a show in the west end, however I am not missing being woken up by the couple next door getting intimate every morning, especially since ‘relationships’ seems to be the theme dominating my life at the moment.
I always wondered if I’d spent less time in bed with the boy from the near by Catholic school and more time in the library I would have had better grades. Six years after meeting him he is still creating drama, but you don’t want to read about my love life!
This week I have been planning my Mother’s wedding. My first choice for a venue is a castle about an hour away from our home. It is beautiful all year round and just incredible in the snow, I’ll keep you updated on the preparations as I make them.
Scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed today I am bombarded with iPhone snaps and instagram pics of my ‘friends’ grinning like Chesire cats, arms around Spencer Matthews, reality TV star. For many of the people I rubbed shoulders with at my top private school, the lives of Made in Chelsea’s vacuous cast are something to be admired and imitated and since leaving, these are the type of people I have attempted to avoid.
Before I insult all of my peers, I must write that I adored my high school years. Latin lessons, holidays in Marbella with Cartier-clad friends and lacrosse games spent chanting about school pride are all memories that I will treasure fondly. However, it is very easy in a school like mine to emerge as shallow as the plunge pool in the head girls’ garden.
For the vast majority of students at my all-girls school, despite achieving top grades, their futures will include dabbling in lines of work such as ‘interior design’ or ‘card making’ before getting married and becoming, just like their mothers, kept women. Call me cynical, but in my opinion the mothers who drive their top of the range 4×4’s through the gates each morning are nothing but glorified escourts. But would I take that lifestyle if the opportunity presented itself ? Of course ! After all, I’m still a private school girl at heart.
By no means does choosing that way of life guarantee an easy ride. The news of adultery, abuse, life threating illness, blackmail and most private details of family life circle the common room on a daily basis, but I’ll save that for another time !