I went to boarding school, as a day pupil but with lots of flexi-boarding. I had a scholarship which gave me the opportunity to go.
I was utterly miserable. Perhaps different if you're extremely well-off, but I was looked down upon and judged every day. I didn't play lacross from toddlerhood, I didn't ski at Easter and I didn't attend multiple balls a year. I still can't look back without feeling insense waves of embarrassment, sadness and desperation.
Mu mum knew none of it. She's worked so hard to get me there, and as far as she's concerned I had a ball. I'll never tell her what it was really like.
The quality of teaching was abysmal, also. Terrible exam results. Even now, they have many unqualified teachers (in my day that was the rule, not the exception).
Recently I opened my front door to find two Very Official Representatives of Police Scotland, who wanted to interview me about the extensive grooming and sexual abuse that was suffered at the hands of multiple members of staff whilst I attended.
If you gave me a free ride for all my kids, nothing could persuade me to send them to boarding school.