I didn't fall for what I thought I would do, I instead just went along and hoped my Dad wouldn't let me go back to Boarding school I was so lonely and lost and hated it
AS we travelled back to Goulbourn my heart sank wanting just to be able to be with my dad but instead back to a cold, clinical boarding school
AS the days went by I settled in a little but used to be in trouble for not making my bed right, or getting smacked for not kneeling right during the Rosary, each night.before we went to bed.some night crying my self to sleep listening to the wind out side which would rattle the windows in our dormitory the hailing wind, the cold and the chill blames which I had.
I remember Friday I liked, as the boarders would get fish cakes and chips for lunch, Saturdays was clean our lockers, wash and do choirs around the balding, in the afternoon get read to go to the movies in the school hall, the nuns would have a lollies stall and we could buy lollies and chips to take to the movies, much to my discuss I would fall asleep before the movie would finish and have to be waken up by one of the older girls to go to back to our room to sleep/ Sundays would be mass in the morning and a nice baked lunch with a ice cream and then a afternoon walk to Rocky hill,. usual it would be a very cold and windy afternoon , always please to get back to the school/
Holidays would come around so very quickly and I would be so happy to be going home on the train for vacations, to be home with my Dad and be happy,.
For the six year I was at Boarding school I didn't like it, to this day I still have night mares about it, and even can smell the wax on the floor, still hear the voices of nuns saying rosary's, and offices. even thought I hated it I felt my only consolation was my faith, by going and attending Mass, confession, which we were made do each sat, to this day I thank God I do have my faith and it must have got me though this part of my life.
