School days

I found a picture on the web of the boarding school I attended as a child. The school is tucked away in a remote corner of Zambia, sandwiched between Angola and DR Congo (Zaïre). My father flew me and other children between school and home each term. (When I first left home in Grade One, the terms were four and a half months long. Later they were changed to three months.)

The long building that looks like a backwards "E" is the dormitory: four large rooms for about fifty girls on one end; the dorm parents' house in the middle; and the boys' rooms on the other end.