Who’s That Girl?

This weekend I visited my old university, twenty-three years after I last walked through its gates. Even though I live in London, mere miles away from the location, I’ve never gone near the place, so when an alumni reunion came up I thought it would be the perfect opportunity.

Roehampton University (or Institute, as it was back then) is arranged around a number of Grade I and II listed buildings in leafy west London, not far from Putney and Wimbledon (where I lived). When I first arrived there – a slightly scared and very naive 22-year-old in 1989 – the leafy beauty of Froebel college, where I did my dance and English classes was slightly lost on me, because I was from leafy beautiful North Wales.

Grove House, Froebel College
Grove House, Froebel College

Just walking through the Froebel gates two days ago made me realise I’d been so lucky to study there. Grove House, the main building, is an 18th-century villa once owned by a Parisian ballet dancer (and courtesan!) and her husband. I’d had no idea of the history of the place until this weekend’s historical tour – I just did classes there and sat in the Portrait Room for lunch (it popped up in the first episode of Strictly this weekend, when all the dancers met for the first time…)

The Portrait Room at Froebel College - used to be the bar, now saved for Strictly...
The Portrait Room at Froebel College – used to be the bar (via the little door to the right of the fireplace), now it’s hosting Strictly dancers.

I’ve known for a long time that the young woman I was at university is not the woman I am now. In fact, I barely recognise her, and there are very few pictures of me at that time. I tried to access my ‘story’ as I walked around the grounds with friends who recounted unrequited loves, Fresher’s Ball shenanigans and dorm parties, but I couldn’t really remember much of it.

I’d thrown myself wholeheartedly into studying Dance and English (it was a two-subject degree), and can remember myself sitting in lectures or at the back of class in the dance studio, but the person I was?

I’ve got no idea.

It feels like I was literally a blank page waiting to be filled in. I think that’s why I eventually got the urge to do a degree, after four years of teaching ballet. My brain was craving the experience and the information.

I didn’t drink or have boyfriends at university. I know, I know. This is the time you’re meant to do it, meant to get it all out of your system – make the mistakes, sleep with the wrong guys, wake up in someone else’s student accommodation and stumble hungover into the cafeteria for a burger and chips. But I didn’t. I was such a ‘good’ girl. I danced hard, I studied hard, I had crushes on guys at a distance, I didn’t notice the guys who were trying to make a move on me. It was only later that I realised a few of them had tried. They even tried to get me drunk and I resisted all their attempts. I seriously was No Fun At All.

That time for me was about becoming someone. Filling my brain with information and opening it up to possibility. Strengthening my body and expressing things through dance (and yes, we did run round a room and slap ourselves across the face – it was fashionable in contemporary dance back then).

It would still take some years after to actually Become Someone. I don’t really recognise my current self until around six years later, when I was living in Brighton, working in publishing and still doing dance classes. I was twenty-eight. In many ways, I’m still her.

Me dancing at Merton Abbey Mills just after uni.
Me dancing at Merton Abbey Mills just after uni.

I often laugh with friends who were at Roehampton at the same time about our different experiences of the same university. They did all the things you’re supposed to do (well, most), I did none of them. Except study. At one point during the reunion, we listened to a lecture by Professor Nicola Humble on Modernist Fiction and food and I was transported back briefly to the Girl I Was Before, listening to Professor Humble talk to me about women in the eighteenth century.

She’d just started her teaching career at Roehampton in 1992 and I was in my final year. As she spoke so articulately and academically this weekend I remembered how I loved being in that world where thinking about things and drawing conclusions about them dominated my life. I look back at my old dissertation on Behind the Mask: Masculinity in Shakespearean Tragedy and wonder who the hell it was that wrote it. My voice is completely unrecognisable, but I sound so sure of my subject. (It makes me smile that I’m often pre-occupied with male behaviour today – this pattern of observation definitely started at university.)

I wandered around the old dance studio and remembered the young woman with a terrible body-image problem who couldn’t look at herself in the mirror, but put her heart and soul into learning contemporary dance techniques. I was fit as a fiddle, doing a two-hour class (or more) every day, but had no idea my body was so strong – I just took it for granted.


The professor who had mentored my dissertation, Kim Reynolds, went on to found the MA in Children’s Literature at Roehampton and it makes me smile that I once bumped into her in the kitchen at Scholastic Children’s Books where I was the Publishing Director. It felt like a circle had been completed, but this time, Kim could meet the real me, the one who had blossomed later in life.

It was also a source of pride that author Philip Pullman had praised Roehampton so much at a dinner party I attended for The Golden Compass, when I was dreading admitting where I’d studied. And this weekend, author Dame Jacqueline Wilson, Chancellor of the University, commented on its excellence in her alumni speech.

Dame Jacqueline reading from Four Children and It
Dame Jacqueline reading from Four Children and It

Wherever I go, my world circles around between children’s books and Roehampton, but I didn’t know that they would back then.

Some things are just meant to be.

Part of me wishes I could go back to Roehampton knowing what I know now, to really get the most out of it. But part of me is glad that Roehampton is where I started to become someone, even if I was a bit late to the party.

I’m making up for that now. You can’t be a good girl forever.

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13 thoughts on “Who’s That Girl?”

  1. There’s good and there’s good….it’s odd looking back isn’t it? I went to my first ever reunion this weekend, am still digesting it, I feel oddly displaced…

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  2. Your blog makes me feel sad and nostalgic for those times. I remember Roehampton and who I was vividly. It is a precious part of my journey into the world of dance and English literature.

    I was 24 when I started there, after nurse training for 3 years and working as a Registered Nurse. In that time I’d experienced humanity in its most extreme form… illness, recovery and death and this made me feel ancient in comparison to the 18 year olds who had just left school. In retrospect, this was not quite right and I probably would have benefited from some megapartying! I think a large contributory factor was a lack of confidence as a result of bullying during 6 years at an all-girls school together with 3 years of nurse training with a bunch of women who didn’t go out much. Obviously, this inhibited my ability to go to parties and gatherings, and the 18 year olds all seemed so confident! I think being based mostly in the dance department meant that I didn’t socialise outside of that really. I was utterly obsessed with being a dancer/ choreographer/ something in dance.

    As you say, we studied hard and failed to play, socially at least. However, creatively and intellectually we did play. I was nourished by the knowledge I gained there and grew in confidence intellectually. It’s part of my past but, it has contributed hugely to who I am now, a smart, confident (mostly) woman and I am happy with that. Whenever I have been back to the dance department to see performances or rehearse I feel such warmth for the place.

    Oh and by the way, I think our reconstruction of the Three Epitaphs by Paul Taylor was unmissable :). …And I always thought Nicky Humble looked exactly like Jane Austen if she’d been transported to the early 1990s. Did you know she has written a book on cake?!

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    1. I think you always came across as someone who knew herself then – maybe those 2 extra years made all the difference! I did have a wonderful time there but I wish I could do it all again in many ways.

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      1. You also came across as someone who knew herself then… I thought you were a lot more confident socially than me. I remember your extraordinary ability to analyse and dissect texts and the smart comments you made in class. You always left assessments right until the last minute and then wrote all through the night to hand in at the deadline. You still got bonkersly high marks despite this. Hateful, as I used to start planning weeks in advance and never got such good marks:). I had no idea you had a body image problem, I thought you were a beautiful, elegant dancer and performer. Dance and body image is a minefield particularly if you’ve been through the ballet mill isn’t it? Hopefully, things have improved a bit and there is less emphasis on being a weird spindly twig than in the past, despite the hideous facist approach to the female body in the media. On the socialisation front, maybe it would have been easier if there’d been a mature student (but not too mature) socialising group?!? Not sure…

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      2. Ah yes – Last Minute Lisa. She lives on! I had a terrible body image problem – I constantly covered up in large clothes. Hated looking in that studio mirror. Yeah the one thing I’d do differently now is the social part. Same people, obvs, but I’d make us go out more!

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  3. Really interesting. I was very similar at University, worked hard and never partied or went out with boys. Creative writing and music was my life. Thankfully my life has expanded since, but I don’t think we have necessarily missed out by not living it up in the past. I think sometimes it is overrated…Having said that, I’ve gradually become a whole, well-rounded person but perhaps would have been so much sooner if I had not been quite so tunnel-visioned. Thanks for a great blog post.

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  4. Such a wonderful remembrance of the pat; it’s good to be aware of the less than happy and odd memories of our younger selves too! Some people focus too much on how they thrived before, during, and after college, but a lot of us also struggled with our selves and have a hard time tapping into those past moments.

    I’d like to hear more about your time at Roehampton as well! I’m planning on applying to the MA dance program (not sure of the focus yet, either dance history or ballet studies) for the 2017-2018 year. Please, if you get a chance, email me so I can pick your brain and listen to your stories (jmariamacfarlane@yahoo.com)

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