I don't blame myself for these failures. I blame the school, with its misconceived notion that young pupils should be given lots of choices and should never be pressurised into doing anything unless they felt like it. Only the rarest of children, given the option between practising scales and playing with their friends, will choose to practise. At Dartington, there were no rewards for effort in any subject, artistic or otherwise; nor were there penalties for idleness. As a result, at this stage of our education, we learned very little.
What a waste of our potential. It is during these early years that children have better memories than they will ever have again — for absorbing basic historical facts and dates, for example, or for learning poems by heart. And it is at this stage that habits of concentration and application are instilled. People argue that you can always catch up later and that "happiness" is more important in childhood than knowledge. This seems nonsense to me. Children are eager for information and enjoy knowing things by heart-indeed knowledge is one of the more reliable routes to happiness. I can't speak for others, but at the age of 13, when we moved to the senior school, my "memory bank" was pretty much empty.
Pupils at the senior school were treated, as far as possible, like adults-adults inhabiting a small, self-contained democratic republic. There weren't many rules, but those that existed were mostly made at a weekly meeting, a kind of mini-parliament, known as "Moot". Everyone could attend and anyone could contribute. Like everything at the school, Moot meetings were informal, with most attendees sitting — often sprawling-on the floor, while various motions were discussed and debated. When all the arguments had been put, a vote would be taken — sorting out ways in which everyone could do their share of unpleasant domestic chores, for example. Much later, in our A-level days, a friend (Hilary Dickinson) and I wrote a satirical poem about Moot for the school magazine. Its opening lines were:
Thursday after lunch and the room is full,
How eager they all are to govern their school.
Its theme was a motion put forward by some girls who wanted to change the rules about how to obtain second helpings of food:
The girls to queue are much too shy
In case they catch their boyfriend's eye
Whether this was a real-live motion or whether we'd invented it I can't now recall.
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