Write a strong thesis with a line of reasoning and ONE body paragraph that includes at least TWO pieces of evidence with well-developed commentary. You may handwrite and upload a photo or type. In 1933 British journalist and writer Vera Brittain (1893–1970) published Testament of Youth, a
volume of memoirs that depicted her coming-of-age and maturation during the years 1900–1925.
The following passage is an excerpt from Brittain’s memoir in which she reflects on her early
educational experiences. Read the passage carefully. Compose a thesis statement you might use
for an essay analyzing the rhetorical choices Brittain makes to convey her perspective on
education for British girls in the early twentieth century. Then select at least four pieces of
evidence from the passage and explain how they support your thesis.
In your response you should do the following:
Respond to the prompt with a thesis that analyzes the writer’s rhetorical choices.
Select and use evidence to develop and support your line of reasoning.
Explain the relationship between the evidence and your thesis.
When I was eleven our adored governess departed, and my family moved from Macclesfield to a tall
grey stone house in Buxton, the Derbyshire “mountain spa,” in order that Edward and I might be sent to
“good” day-schools. His was a small preparatory school of which a vigorous Buxton man was then
headmaster; mine inevitably described itself as “a school for the daughters of gentlemen.” My brother’s
school, which certainly gave him a better grounding than I received from mine, will always be
associated in my recollection with one significant experience.
Soon after Edward went there I happened, on my way to the town, to pass the school playground at a
time when the boys were uproariously enjoying an afternoon break. Seeing Edward, I stopped; he called
several of his newly made cronies, and we spent a few moments of pleasant “ragging”[1] across the low
wall. I felt no consciousness of guilt and was unaware that I had been seen, on their return home along
an adjacent road, by my mother and an aunt who was staying with us. At tea-time a heavy and to me
inexplicable atmosphere of disapproval hung over the table; shortly afterwards the storm exploded, and
I was severely reprimanded for my naughtiness in thus publicly conversing with Edward’s companions.
(I think it was the same aunt who afterwards informed me that the reason why our letters had to be left
open at my school was “in case any of the girls should be so wicked as to write to boys.” Probably this
was true of most girls’ schools before the War.)

The small incident was my first intimation that, in the eyes of the older generation, free and unself-
conscious association between boys and girls was more improper than a prudish suspicion of the

opposite sex. It aroused in me a rebellious resentment that I have never forgotten. I had not heard, in
those days, of co-educational schools, but had I been aware of their experimental existence and been
able to foresee my far-distant parenthood, I should probably have decided, then and there, that my own
son and daughter should attend them.
I do not remember much about my day-school except that when I first went there I was badly bullied by
two unpleasant little girls, who soon tired of the easy physical advantage given them by their superior
age and stature, and instead endeavoured to torment my immature mind by forcing upon it items of
sexual information in their most revolting form. My parents, who had suffered such qualms of
apprehension over my entirely wholesome friendliness with Edward’s riotous companions, remained
completely unaware of this real threat to my decency and my peace. I never mentioned it to them owing
to a bitter sense of shame, which was not, however, aroused by my schoolfellows’ unaesthetic communications, but by my inability to restrain my tears during their physical assaults. So ambitious
was I already, and so indifferent to sex in all its manifestations, that their attempts to corrupt my mind
left it as innocent as they found it, and I resented only the pinchings and wrist-twistings which always
accompanied my efforts to escape.
Though my school took a few boarders,[3] most of its pupils were local; in consequence the class-room
competition was practically non-existent. At the age of twelve I was already preening the gay feathers
of my youthful conceit in one of the top forms, where the dull, coltish girls of sixteen and seventeen so
persistently treated me as a prodigy that I soon lost such small ability as I had possessed to estimate my
modest achievements at their true and limited worth.