I hated Oxford and didn’t speak to anyone the whole first term, she says.I hated the way students used big words when plain English would do, how they laughed at things that weren’t funny, and how they spent the day in the library, then lied that they’d done no work. I also thought they’d reject me. I was a homeless kid who’d hung out with a knife-wielding gang just months before.
18May09 — 1
I like the sound of “Kid’s Company” very much. From that, to this, later in the same piece:
“Twenty months later, Florence says she has “never been happier”. Her ambition, she enthuses, smiling broadly, “is to become a TV presenter, yeah, the next Davina McCall. I think I would be good in front of the camera, cos, like, I can talk for England.” She has done an internship with an advertising company, rows for her college’s third team and has found the courage to tell her closest friends about her life.”
Good on her, good on them.