Nadia and Wendy stood outside the main entrance to the school gazing up at the stone dressed portal set into red brick, a flight of five poorly maintained stone steps rising to a pair of impressive, but intimidating, oversized timber doors. "How could anyone think this was good design for children?" Wendy observed, her eyes fixated on the doorway while her nose scrunched at the smell of liberally applied, and largely ineffective, disinfectant.
"I imagine the patronising forefathers, those from the superior echelons of society, that is, built the school to reflect their own ego and to a scale that would deliberately intimidate children, so they learned first and foremost their place in society, rather than make them feel welcome to embrace a mind-expanding education." Nadia further observe
