Thread by @BlackAngryCynic, Here goes me reliving my St. Hilda's trauma for the heck of [...]

Here goes me reliving my St. Hilda's trauma for the heck of it.

I'm finally getting it off my chest, it also provides an insight into the failings of some educators as well as horror stories of being at a boarding school. These events took place in ONE year. Heeere goes:

For easy reading, principal=Prini (that's what we called her lol). Acting Principal=AP, Acting Vice PRINCIPAL=AVP, House Mother is HM (there are more than one, so they'll be numbered HM1, HM2 etc) Will be using initials to denote teachers.

The first red ass flag was this:

New to the school, learning the environment etc. It was a new parish to me so I'd ask questions re schools in the area. I saw a boy in a certain tie one day on the compound and I asked this girl, (I'll call her D) which school it was. She said York Castle

She went on to explain that the boy I saw was a teacher's son (Ms H for reference). I said he's handsome. D joked about introducing us, but I was in boarding so ofc it wouldn't work, but I was joking with her and with it too.

There's this thing we had called harvest, and people from select schools (KC) would come to and there was mingling etc. There's a running story every year that there are girls who will "fling up dem self pan KC man" and they get into trouble for it. Never bothered me so... BUT

Imagine my shock when I was walking down the steps of our dining room and Prini she blocked my path and said,

"I heard the comment you made about Ms H's son being handsome. You look like the type of girl who will go CRAZY over men."

Me:

She continues, "Let me tell you, try anything today and I will pack you up and send you back to Mandeville!"

A "whore" dis woman wah seh and cyaa seh it enuh. ME STRESS OUT.

1st thing me did wah know is WHO INFORM. This a ntn fi gwaan suh ova??

Prini is known to be very autocratic and victimises select students. I'd drop a newspaper article on one of such autocratic displays that drew media attention but

2nd red flag:

Of course, this is the place that feeds us since we live there. A lot of the food I was used to at home wasn't made here, and they prepared a lot of food I didn't like, but man hungry so man go tuff it out.

One morning during class, I began itching. It started in my back, and I couldn't ignore it. Then my scalp. Mi deh deh a try nuh scratch but it feel like cowitch × 10. Start stratch it and look pan mi hand dem, HIVES LIKE FUCKERY. My itching was distracting the teacher

She sent me to the nurse. The nurse gave me the DPH with antihistamine to stop the itch, but like an hour later the whole a mi swell up. Lip swell, eye swell, skin covered totally in HIVES. I did not have any allergies, like ever.

I couldn't sit cause my ass was covered in hives and hurt like a bitch. So eventually the nurse and house mothers bust in calling my dad like

My dad's car was laid up but this man find a car and shot it come allll the way from MANDEVILLE to Brown's Town to pick me up. This man was absolutely mortified when he saw me, and I think that's when the first set of alarm bells went off in his head.

Nobody knew what caused it, and it took like two injections to reduce the allergic reaction. Here's where the real fuckery come in: I started having these reactions like once every 4-5 weeks. After a while, they stopped calling my dad and stopped sending me home

They'd take me to the doctor after suffering a while, by that I mean when the swelling got wayyy too much or I started having trouble breathing. The worst thing about this whole thing was I never had another allergic reaction like that after leaving that school. Like, EVER AGAIN.

We still nuh know wah cause it. Like, was I being poisoned? Am I allergic to the school? Is it something they use in the food there, as I thought initially?

3rd red flag: Prini strikes again

One night, I was in our dorm and the first mistake I made was to say that a certain male teacher looked like a guy from back home I used to talk to, and that mi cyaa even look pan di teacher again.

Now the walls are thin and it's built more like an extremely high partition, so if yuh talk too loud the girls in the next dorm can hear you loud and clear. One day after supper, Prini called me and my dorm mates outside.

Apparently somebody inform (surprise surprise) and my comment was taken to mean that I was going after the teacher. MEEE?

You know the first thing Prini look pan me and seh? "Mr ***** has his wife you know, his wife and two children, so I don't know what you are thinking you are going to do here." Me enuh. 14 years old. Being spoken to like this by a 50-odd year old big bloodclaat ooman.

Next fuckery:
I had very distinct penmanship at that time. NO ONE ELSE wrote like me, so anyone can know if a me write something. Or can they?

Because a lot of the letters could be replicated if you took the time to do so. So someone did just that, and wrote on the bathroom door in yellow chalk:

"I want to fuck and suck D" (the girl from story 1).

Thing is some of the lettering was off, so I thought, "hey, I can prove my innocence." I reported it, provide my notebooks so they can see my writing.

Then one day mi wake up and THE WHOLE DORM DEM have it seh a me write it because mussi HM1 made a remark to one of the girls she was close to that she doesn't believe and mi probably lean or something to that effect.

I escalated to AP and told her that there was a lot of bullying going on as a result and I needed help because I was scared and uncomfortable. Goodie she look pan mi and seh, "live with it." Heng mi wah heng at that point.

More coming

There was this 1st former called A. 1st formers would have their own dorm block while 2nd to 5th form were mixed in the other dorms. A's behaviour was out of this world. I used to hear that she lie and tief and sloppy, and they had to move her from the block to the "big block."

They moved her into my dorm because apparently, we love fuckery in deh. I was nice to her because I knew all too well what it was like being accused of things you didn't do, especially because she vehemently denied everything. I would lend her stuff like lotion and such...

... and try to make her comfortable. My dad used to stock me up on soap and deodorant and such, and I started seeing those stuff going missing. It used to be one, then two, then if me buy 3 soap, the 3 a dem missing. I reported it and HM2 came to search her stuff and found them.

Muma go look pan HM2 and tell her seh a di same brands we buy so those things are hers. Mi seh if yuh cut mi, yuh nuh see blood. Mi a BWILE.

Here I am, 14, soapless and damn near green from having no deodorant. This girl walk and tell people she MEEEE accuse her of theft and a because my fada nuh buy things gimme. It got to a point where the same people who know seh she lie believed her.

Then she upped the ante to get back at me, because mi used to start sleep wid mi things under mi bed and all carry wah coulda fit inna mi bag to school, now she cyaa get things fi tief

She would make up outrageous stories and tell people things I said and did, and it got to the point where HM1 call the entire dorm room into a meeting. She asked A to tell her side, and me tan up and look inna har yeye dem cause I was daring her to replicate the lies.

And she did. Add on pan di story, build new story, multiply the lie and formulate a whole tale. Remember, they believed her when mi tell dem seh she tief mi things, so now, when mi tell dem seh she a liad, it look like mi a target her unfairly. Checkmate for her.

They moved me to another dorm room because I was "drawing contention" between people. Instantly became a pariah because the new girls heard the stories and were very wary of me.

This was her undoing, because she now had free reign to do anything, suh she start tief bigger things from people. Draws, sheet, clothes, anything.

One day, the girls from my old dorm room (who I didn't talk to since leaving) called me. Mi get suspicious, but I went

Apparently they finally caught her in the act, and they wanted to confirm that this was the level of theft I was talking about MONTHS before. Apparently she stole someone's sheet and underwear while she was on her period and stained it, and hid the stuff without washing them.

I took the opportunity to tell them a big, "I told you so!" This was solved like near the end of the school year, and by then I was fed up and plotting m**d*r.

One last story coming

There was a teacher, let's call her Ms W. This is the pettiest, shadiest, messiest teacher I have ever seen. I've been to 3 high schools so I'd think I've seen enough to judge. SHE A DI WUSS A DEM. Little fact: My brother taught there prior to me going there.

When I just came to the school and had her class, she figured out that he was my brother. Her first words to me outside of class were: "Oh, I KNOW your brother." I didn't think much of how she said it at first

She is from Mandeville as well and was in the same age group as he was, so I'm like maybe she knows him from dem time deh.

People, she tek one piece a set pan me. Later found out it's because she did a pree him while he was there, but my bredda avoid crawsis like vampire avoid sun suh that couldn't work

Once, someone touched me in class to get my attention and I turned around. Me jus hear she bawl out, "Ms. *********, you're getting an order mark!" (it's a step up from detention). I told her I wasn't talking, and another girl jumped in to confirm.

"DON'T TALK TO ME! You're in white dress!"

For non St. Hilda's alumni, if you misbehaved and your behaviour was considered too serious for order mark, but dem nuh have no reason fi suspend yuh, you have to wear a white dress to school instead of your uniform

The thing is, there are no specific offences on paper that white dress is recommended for, so anyone can do it for any reason. So if teacher nuh like yuh, yuh get weh di duck get.

Me? Live inna white dress

She used to sit and chat boarders with other boarders, as well as find intricate ways to get back at them if she feel like yuh a give her attitude. This is where the issue of my suspension came in. See below https://twitter.com/BlackAngryCynic/status/1076205307955687424?s=20

https://twitter.com/BlackAngryCynic/status/1076205307955687424?s=20

What I didn't disclose was that the prefect gave her the book, and Ms. W and her combolo dem read it and sat discussing it like book club, then instead of keeping the book and handling it like the professional she has never been...

...she sent it over to AP and AVP because "third former a write dis, yuh slack eeh. Renk."

Here endeth my journey through hell. There are more stories but these are the ones I remember best

Here is an update guys. The memories are coming back:

AP found out that I transferred to St. Hilda's because my dad was trying to get me away from my abusive mother. She would take the opportunity to always mention my mother whenever she was drilling me about my "behaviour."

Like she loved to say, "this is because of your mother" and watch the blood drain from my face. Or she'd mention my mother in front of others to embarrass me.

She did that the last time I set foot there, when my dad and I finalized the transfer.

She looked at me in the presence of the secretary and a teacher, as well as my father, and she said,

"Talk to your mother, since you are going back home. I hope she will be there."

My father had to physically pull me out of the office. This was the secretary:

I hadn't hit her or said anything yet, but the fight came into my eyes and I was already in court (that's another story, nothing criminal lol) and jail was certain.

I was more empowered to fight because now I was out of hell, but daddy wouldn't let me be great

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