Imagine starting a degree and then it all falls apart. You don't want to do you?
Try for just one minute, please.
So, what is this all about Tiggy?
I will get straight to it, to be honest. I am lucky to have friends of all ages, and recently, a twenty-year-old pal confided in me that she loved to write. She had studied vigorously at six-form college to gain adequate A-level grades.
The goal was to study English Literature at a Northern University in the UK. Her mother's family lived nearby. It would be far enough from her home to count as " being away" from her immediate family. But also close to a supportive network of aunts and cousins. Well, what could possibly go wrong, I hear you cry!
My friend explained that her expectations had been too optimistic, too high. She had envisioned meeting like-minded young women. They would discuss books, learn, and form friendships. Then her fragile newly laid egg labelled presumption cracked!
Sorry, but you do not belong!
Having not attended a private school my pal was the odd one out. She told me how the ruling group of girls had one thing in common. They were there to meet others from the same fortunate position and she did not fit in. How "delightful" of them to make it so publicly known.
The other girls on the course spent their time in a closed clique. If you had not attended a fee-paying school you were simply, left out. What a devastating experience for a young girl, so full of passion for her studies.
But then it came to me how disappointed those private school teachers who taught our clawing, bitchy gaggle of Miss Henny Penny's might be if only they knew. Or would they even care...
My thoughts...
Surely to be educated is to learn that you accept others as they are. Yes, there is safety in what you know. There is more to life than plain old chicken eggs such as goose, duck, toucan, and seagull. The colours and patterns vary on the shells and the curious look forward to seeing what will emerge.
What can we say for the parents of our nasty little Clucky Bucks?
I announce that most would be disappointed to know their little chicks were involved in tyranny. I could be wrong.
We have all learned the hard way that you get back in life what you give out. A feathered nest is very comfortable, but inbreeding creates something revolting at the least. Experiencing the pitfalls of an uncharmed life gives you resilience. Seasons bring with them personal inner strength and insight. Ignorance and lack of compassion surely mean death to the dormant soul.
What advice did I give to my young friend?
Her torrid encounter was sad for those girls, not her. She should pursue her learning and not let the experience put her off her love of English Literature. After all, you just need a library and some zesty passion.
Money and privilege expedite the few. But out here, in the real world is where Johnathan Livingstone's Seagull soars and sweeps.
The sky is endless for those with wings who aim to fly high.
Image and all content Sonya Lawrence 05/11/2024 ©
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