On a hill overlooking the markets and bus stops in a town called Brown's Town, sits a few colonial buildings which makes up an all girl boarding school. This school Saint Hilda's Diocesan High, provided a strict, but fun nonetheless, stomping ground for 173 young girls, who wore all different shades of purple and white uniforms with black shoes and blue socks.
We started the high school career in 1990 with teachers sending us to the back of the lunch lines, harsh punishments, cold patties and hot bag juices, juicy rumors, 24-hour silences, "Are you there God? It's me, Margaret", undermarks and let us not forget the dreaded CXC's and GCE's. Yet, we survived and we ended it with a bang in 1996!

          High school days long gone but never forgotten.  The days of PE and guidance classes, Eisteddfod, Miss and Mini Miss St. Hilda's, watching our wonderful ladies play net ball against our losing rivals, our sports day some event that was.  Oh man, how could we forget that very rhythmic clapping every morning in the auditorium.  Man we could make music with that clapping. 

Did I mention the boarders all white dresses and trade mark blue socks and black shoes make their way every Sunday to Saint Marks Anglican Church where the get to see some form of civilization.....the boys of Anglican Church.  Before I go I did not forget you 'school busers'.  You did not get away.  With all the buses on route from Brown's Town to Ochie Saint Hilda’s provided one or sometimes two buses to girls who did not want to go thru the hassle of "lapping up" or hearing "no schoolers" from the sweating conductors. 
Needless to say, we survived. Today, we are confident, courageous and ambitious young women who are in different stages in our lives. We are still paving our way through life, but we now have the tools to do so and we also boast that we have each other. In our hearts we wave high the purple and white flag, and must say that our 'Hard work brings true joy'. 

So they ask who are we.....And we tell them