I was on a tram, as I often am. It was a Toorak tram, a posh area tram, if you like. Two school girls, I think from Merton Hall, were standing near me. The were typical private school girls, with the particular speech patterns and vowel sounds that such young lasses have. One appeared quite bored as the other recited a history of Vietnam from when the French arrived to when the Americans left. I listened intently and I could not fault her on her knowledge. She had the dates, the place names, our entry into the war, in fact all the details down pat. I was so impressed, I wanted to say to her, well done you, as I left the tram at the station.
What an education. What a pity such excellent schools are not available to to everyone.
Groups of students are often seen around the city but this group stood out to me. Firstly I noticed that they did not have uniforms, although they were clearly in secondary school. Their clothes were generally not as most young people dress. They would be quite at home in Brunswick Street, with an older, say twenty years old plus, way of dressing. You know, they looked a bit artistic. Where on earth might that school be? Curiosity got the better of me and in a friendly, hopefully not creepy manner, I asked one of the students. Princes Hill, he replied. Right, Carlton. Well, I wasn't far off with Brunswick Street. Princes Hill is a government school and is probably educating some of our future artists, writers and actors.
Just two schools out of many that are educating Australia's future leaders, workers, performers and 'non-performers'. Thank goodness there will be some non performing types who will pay their tax as it is deducted from their wages. Someone has to pay tax to pay my old age pension.