The Box.

It, was like " making love, in a phone box " ! Impossible, to deal with. But, not. You, had to understand the ramifications, of finding yourself. Here. On, the mind, but, especially, on the physical " frame. " It, was tiresome, and, gruelling. To, the extreme. That, was taken as a " gimme " by any one. The inability to move, out of line, with the pre-ordained " rules and regulations " ( based, on health and safety ) were completely stifling. It, was like experiencing a depleting supply of oxygen. It, was like struggling to perform, with a lady, of course, who you know is going to tell your wife. All, about it, and, some more besides.
The establishment cherished this environment. To, test the " middle-class ," without any class really, or form, what matters... in the " grand, scheme of things " ! The obnoxious counter-balance of investment over rewards deemed enough of a reason to make potential " beaureaucrats " suffer, hell. After, a certain amount of time. To be ascertained, by character.
If, it were not for the " girls " school, being so close, the effects of the exposure to the challenging habitat, away from the usual, would be clear. " Breakdown." Leading, probably, then, to suicide. Due, partly, to an inability to cope with " memories " of sexual exploration, and exploitation. On, the other side, " of the wire " !
The so-called " military " excursions into the relatively " unknown " being seen as an escape from the " gulag. " But, really, a troubling journey down the timeline. A sampling of what was to come. In relation, to the limiting connections to the " fairer " sex. But, not always seeming the case. Because, of their over-exaggerated expectations of what could be achieved. At, this age. And, with this level of life " knowledge, " seriously hampered by the conditions in the locality i.e the " principles " inflicting harm on personal esteem. As well as credibility. What was one to make of, it ? What was one to do in such a " pressurized " situation ? There, were clues. To suggest, fragmenting psychological evolution.
One, of the darkest nights. Stealing time with the ladies, a group, of both " institutions, "and no locals, encountered a " couple " doing it, in the most obvious place. Adjacent to, the nearby village green. I do not have to tell you where, that, was ? Now, do ! ? It, was certainly a reminder of " True Romance "....but, that, was as far as it went ! The laborious " fumblings " delivering more a sense of amusement, than, anything else.
There, in a nutshell, lay, the restrictive strait-jacket imposed on those born into sufficient income to suffer the consequences of a certain degree of " learning " ! Far, removed from the general requirement. Devoid, of emotional involvement. Or, attachment. Other than to say, a modest minimal " education, " to bring messages of hope, through, " loud, and clear " ! For, a " future " ! Away, from the confines of the restrained preliminaries to " Adulthood " ! The " charm " of such an up-bringing, in the hands of fate, providing salutory lessons. About the competitions for " comfort, and security " !
At the end, of it all, you had to wonder about the value of being " thrown, to the wolves. " Separated, from rational thought. As it was, concerning the development of a class. To, instill confidence, in the " workings " of society. In hindsight, the days should be rued, as being wasted. Those, involved, being made to come-to-terms with parental " guidance, " not truly relevant to urban " cultures " and the cold chill which can sometimes catch you unawares. There. Or, thereabouts !
" Flipping " it, in the favour of the elders, everyone lied. Saying, those were " the best days of their lives " ! What, rot, really !
You, can only get out of something, what you are willing to put into it. And, no body wanted to try, that hard. Considering everything, which went on. And, did not come off. 

See, the motion picture. " Adulthood " !