Clap ! Clap ! Clap ! and another day has begun. Sleepy-eyed we roll out of bed for our morning prayers, after which we toil to get clothed. This is often a difficult undertaking as our eyes are still half-shut, but after many minutes of pulling and pushing we manage to get some clothes on our backs and trudge downstairs to the washing room.

The icy-cold water wakes us up with a start and a few minutes later we are dressed. Having combed our hair and polished our shoes we are allowed a few minutes free time.

The Catholic boys now go to Mass and the rest of the school has study. When Mass is over we go down for our long-awaited breakfast and wait patiently till grace is said. "Amen" - suddenly the whole refectory begins to speak at once. "Please pass the porridge", "Leave me some bread", "Bearer !" of course when everybody begins to speak at once, the words are wholly inarticulate.

Much to the relief of the Brother-in-charge, breakfast is soon over and we are allowed 15 minutes free time. Morning study follows and we prepare for our class work.

Class starts at 9 o'clock sharp. For the boy, class is a five hour period of mental labour, but for the teacher it must be even more strenuous. After two and a half hours class we have lunch.

As usual, we are as keen about our lunch as we are with our breakfast. At lunch letters are given out and all eyes are focused on the Brother as he passes the tables. Everyone hopes for a letter from home and some are lucky.

After lunch we have class again till three o'clock. Tea follows, and then there is a rush to the notice board to find out what teams are playing.

We now dress for games. Some turn out as if they were going onto a battlefield, and brandish their hockey sticks like clubs. However, all that starts well ends well, and soon the teams are coming off the field as if after a hard-fought battle.

Evening wash comes after games, and a strong smell of pain-balm lingers in the box-room long after everybody has finished dressing. We now have our night study and then dinner.

In the dormitory we listen to records or to the radio. Here, the Brother has to go through another ordeal of listening to rock'n'roll music, and one can often see him sitting at the end of the dormitory where the strains of the music come to him very faintly. However, we enjoy ourselves, and even under the blankets we can be seen keeping time to the music of Elvis Presley, Rick Nelson and other rock'n'roll idols.

Lights are put off at 9 P.M. and to the sounds of snoring all around us, we fall asleep and another day ends.