Jennifer
Story , one of several featuring St Mildred’s, from a magazine that begins with K that shall remain nameless . There’s a hush attends the rooms of Academe, a sort of cathedral calm such as one finds in old churches and places of national reverence. One talks of dreaming spires and one thinks of a lofty, contemplative dignity far above and distant from the hurly-burly of the everyday world. St Mildred’s is far from being a dreaming spire seat of learning but it has that same dignified ethos. Even when its corridors and cloisters ring with the light footsteps and silvery tones of its schoolgirl alumni there is a transcending aura of sober dignity and pervasive timelessness about its weathered granite walls. And nowhere is this sobriety more apparent than in the studies of the staff. Enter your room, close the door, and the silence settles around you like a cloak. Solid granite walls surround you, thick carpet muffles your footf