My depression deepened and I though how very different all this was from my own childhood schooldays spent in warm,sunny Georgetown (British Guiana). there,in a large rambling wooden schoolhouse, light and cool within, surrounded by wide, tree-shaded lawns on which I had romped with my fellows in vigorous contentment, I spent rich,happy days, filled with the excitement of learning,each new little achievement a personal adventure and a sourec of satisfaction to my interested parents. How did these East London children feel about coming to this forbidding-looking place day after day? Were they as eagerly excited about school as I had been when a boy?