A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

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Thrashed by a Goddess
Although my father maintained a beautiful seashore
house in Somerset he and Petron spent much
of the year in Paris and other European locales. So at
the age of eleven I was shipped off to boarding
school. After a childhood of travelling with my father
and living on an unpredictable timetable I was not
best suited to the rigors and regimen of boarding
school life.
The first of the schools I attended was
considered amongst the most prestigious in the
country and was certainly amongst the most
expensive. It was filled with members of the
aristocracy and the daughters of the landed gentry.
As the off-spring of a self-made film director I was
looked down upon as a parvenu. The gals were a
prissy and self-important lot and none more so than
the four gals who were known as ‘The Goddesses’.
The four Goddesses were comprised of the
Head-Gal and her Deputy and the Captains of the two
houses. We were expected to address them as