Coketown…..a triumph of fact….a place devoid of fancy...a town inhabited by children all very like one another...stripped of all fancy… turned out in that great factory of fact… My Gradgrind’s model school. (Charles Dickens)
Wednesday September 13th, 1834.
After one week, I can say school is so boring.
Papa makes us learn facts all the time. Just facts. No play-time. The other children at least get to play when they go home.
A new girl arrived today. Her name is Cecelia Jupe. But she says her name is Sissy. Father says this is stupid as her name is Cecelia we must call her Cecilia. Aren’t I Thomas?
Father confuses me all the time.
Friday December 17th 1836
I managed to play a new game of dice with Makepeace and Hartley today. I was really good. At last I have found something I enjoy and which Father can’t tell me off for. I am thinking that I could excel. Must find somewhere to hide the dice: perhaps I can keep it with my diary.
After school, Father told me Mr. Bounderby was coming to our house for Christmas dinner because he had lost his family. If I was in his family, I would stay lost.
Tuesday June 20th 1838.
I must keep an eye on Mr. Bounderby. I think it might be good for me.
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