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Crossposted from #maelfroth this evening.
23:22 <Bluebottle> I have a fading memory of an assembly our deputy headmistress once gave at secondary school that involved Jerusalem (the hymn) as a metaphor for the National Curriculum.
23:23 <Bluebottle> I *know* she gave this assembly, and I have occasionally tried to find a copy of it somewhere, but...
23:23 <Bluebottle> (in case she got it from a book, that is; if she wrote it herself I'm out of luck :)
The only line of this I remember is the final one: "'England's green and pleasant land': English, fiction", which got a laugh from us students.
Does this ring a bell with anyone? People who were at Haberdashers' Aske's in about 1997-99 may remember the assembly in question (teacher was Mrs Templeton(?), assembly was in the dining hall because the Prevett was having maintenance done, if that helps), but I doubt it's stuck in anyone else's mind like it has mine.
I get the sneaking suspicion I'm going to have to write my own version to assuage the feeling of incomplete memory, and this is odd somehow. It's like I'm trying to reclaim something that wasn't quite mine to start with.
23:22 <Bluebottle> I have a fading memory of an assembly our deputy headmistress once gave at secondary school that involved Jerusalem (the hymn) as a metaphor for the National Curriculum.
23:23 <Bluebottle> I *know* she gave this assembly, and I have occasionally tried to find a copy of it somewhere, but...
23:23 <Bluebottle> (in case she got it from a book, that is; if she wrote it herself I'm out of luck :)
The only line of this I remember is the final one: "'England's green and pleasant land': English, fiction", which got a laugh from us students.
Does this ring a bell with anyone? People who were at Haberdashers' Aske's in about 1997-99 may remember the assembly in question (teacher was Mrs Templeton(?), assembly was in the dining hall because the Prevett was having maintenance done, if that helps), but I doubt it's stuck in anyone else's mind like it has mine.
I get the sneaking suspicion I'm going to have to write my own version to assuage the feeling of incomplete memory, and this is odd somehow. It's like I'm trying to reclaim something that wasn't quite mine to start with.
