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The Eton story continues on Tuesday with our first full packed day of lessons, activities, much eating and another great debate in the evening.

But first – I’m always a little disorientated for a few seconds in the morning, and realising that it’s 7.15, and I’m being woken up by a loud bell in a boys dormitory at one of Britain’s most famous private schools is, ur, enough to make me fall straight back to sleep in shock until the second “we really mean it this time” bell at 7.30.

Breakfast at 8, which all through the week served some delicious combination of eggs \ bacon \ sausages \ toast completed by a hot chocolate and, for the very tired amongst off, some strong coffee.

The first lesson was Physics, which I described later on in the daily newsletter which you’ll read below. Then it was an introduction to Philosophy, Socrates and his wacky fascinating ‘Cave Theory’ stating that you might as well not take notes in this lesson, because it’s all just a mere shadow of reality anyway. Thanks Socrates!
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OK, so I’m going to break down my “what happened at Eton” posts by day to avoid Eton-overload syndrome. For more details, photos and newsletters check out etoncollege.com and click on Summer Courses > Brent-Eton. (It’s a bit of a weird website so you can’t link to specific pages.)

Right then, on Monday (too early in the) morning we gathered at Brent’s Bridge Park Leisure Complex to get on a coach bound for Eton. Course Director George Fussy, who bears a remarkable resemblance to a certain US President, then presented us with a lovely black folder that screamed “Hello, we have money here!”
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