The Catholic school that I, a non-Catholic, chose to attend when I passed the scholarship in 1952, gradually stripped my soul bare of all my preconcieved notions of what a good person should be. From day one, I attempted to follow the Faith, and did my utmost to be a good person. I spent most of my lunch breaks in the Lady Chapel saying acts of contrition. However, day by day, I became a sadder and unhappier girl. After taking my GCE's, I could have stayed in the sixth form, taken A levels and then, perhaps, gone on to university. As it happened, I wanted to get as far away from that school as possible. I haven't prayed since. Religion isn't for me. I am happiest with the simplicity and purity of the Buddhist philosophy. 