This was my home for a year or two. I had a cubicle, as we called them, halfway down on the left.
It was luxury after the open dorms of prep school. I rigged up a light in the small wardrobe and hid in it during Sunday mass. I would complete my education by reading the classics and science fiction. Some Sundays a monk would come along and bang open all the doors. My heart would beat loud enough to be heard, I was in for or a heavy caning, but I never got caught. I got caned plenty of times for other misdemeanors though.
Having watched a couple of episodes of ‘Educating Essex’ and ‘Bad Education’ I know that I lived in another country.