Yes, I was a prefect and recall being disappointed, angry and upset that I wasn't Head Girl. I had expected to be chosen simply because I was the highest academic acheiver in my year .
The honour actually went to a girl from the year above who had had to stay back a year after illness.
I was surprised it was her.
I was equally surprised at the choice of Head Boy. Rather than chosing one of several really bright boys the post was given to a boy who I didn't really know as he had tended to float around the lower sets.
Throughout that year, however, I came to realise what good choices had been made.
Both of the young people chosen were sensible , friendly and mature.
I , on the other hand , although extremely clever, was excruciatingly shy and awkward . I was also immature and no where near ready for such a role.
I grew up in that final year at school and realised that , while it is a lovely gift to be clever , there are many , many more important attributes.