Will Storr
PACIFIC STANDARD - MAY 23, 201
Finally,
Drummond had everything he’d ever dreamed of. He’d come a long way
since he was a little boy, upset at his failure to get into the grammar
school. That had been a great disappointment to his mother, and to his
father, who was an engineer at a pharmaceutical company. His dad had
never showed much interest in him as a child. He didn’t play with him
and when he was naughty, he’d put him over the back of a chair and
wallop him. That’s just the way men were in those days. Your father was
feared and respected. Dads were dads.
It was
difficult, seeing the grammar boys pass by the house in their smart
caps, every morning. Drummond had always dreamed of becoming a
headteacher in a little school in a perfect village when he grew up, but
he was only able to get a place at the technical school learning
woodwork and bricklaying. The careers tutor almost laughed when he told
him of his dreams to teach. But Drummond was ambitious. He earned a
place at college, became president of its student union. He found a
teaching job, married his childhood sweetheart, and slowly climbed his
way to a headship in a Norfolk village. He had three children and two
cars. His mother, at least, was proud.
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