Duke of Yorks RMS

#21
May I begin in saying that DOYRMS is an academy. However it will only accept civvie students with a letter of disability, the same as any other school.

The school gives you many opportunities that some kids can only dream of. How many school children can say they were part of the countries largest military band? Or that they marched on the pitch at Twickenham to entertain the crowd. My personal favorite is that the England cricket team came out of the pavilion at Lord's to see our drum display.

The school introduces the idea of camaraderie with the dorms sticking together and strong friendships being built, these friendships often go on throughout life. Dorm life is great the only downside to this is the privacy, curtains replace doors and the cubicles are not high enough to stop others from looking over. It is true that the school sees 'colorful' language but I can assure you it is the same if not better than most other schools, but if you are naive enough to believe that your child does not swear just think about it. The education in the school is also excellent because of its emphasis on the core subjects and the hour to two hour 'prep' sessions a night. This work load at times may seem excessive but it sees the public exam years achieving their potential and the leavers in the main going to their first choice of university.

It is true that the SMT do run the school as though they are army officers; however it is the tradition that they used to be. They are doing a good job of moulding young men out of the school boys there. You may argue they are too strict but put it in perspective, you are a father, your son has been brought home by the police for drinking underage or he has been caught getting a blow job in a public place, what will your reaction be?

The school does create young men through the distribution of responsibility and making the child independent to a certain degree, they must monitor their washing etc and change their beds.

The position of school RSM is held by a cracking man who does the best possible job, of which within the school he has many. through his links with PWRR has seen Johnson Beharry VC visit the school, as well as the grandson of Winston Churchill and Baroness Thatcher.

Overall I have a positive out look on the school as it has moulded both me and my brother into gentlemen with moral values; however boarding school is not for everyone, you must think carefully before sending your child there.
 
#22
I was there 1986 to 1991, and it looks like things have changed a lot! However, my time at the school was definitely not all good. I left at the end of my 5th year, having sworn never to return.

When I did come away from there I'd certainly gained an independence that I would never have picked up at the local school my sister went to, and I got good grades in my exams - when the school was finally arsed to forward them on to me. The most valuable lesson I learned from DYRMS though, was that you will always find somebody in authority who suffers from 'big fish in a small pond syndrome.'

In my junior years (Haig House), the housemaster and his team were absolutely diamond although I never appreciated this at the time. I have the utmost respect for what they did for me, including when I was slippered in my 1st year for talking after lights-out.

From my 3rd year things changed. We had the worst headmaster in school history. In terms of competency he was probably best described as the RAEC's answer to Commandant Lassard in Police Academy. Sadly he actually thought he was good at his job.

During the same time I was in Roberts House. Back then it was the senior house regarded as the shittest, and quite rightly. I remember crying my eyes out when I found out that was where I was going. We'd had to choose our top (three I think) choices and Roberts was my 6th choice in all respects.

From day one the Housemaster - he knows who he is - took a dislike to me! Okay I smoked, got caught for drinking on a ski trip and was close friends with the infamous Richard Markham of samurai sword fame, but it all came down to lads being lads and nothing more. Now the way D*** P****** ran his house was to load the gun and hand it to his VIth form sycophants who would then dish out whatever punishment they saw fit. A few times I was guilty as charged but eventually he tried pinning all sorts of crap on me just because he could. There was even a time when myself and a couple of others were made to face the day room wall in a stress position waiting to be interrogated by P****** individually about some midemeanor whilst his arse kissing house prefects shouted abuse at us .

I was never sure my old man believed I was innocent until one day at the end of the winter term when P****** stated to my dad that he was disappointed that I, "Was out drinking and causing damage and public disorder in Dover during mid-term exeat." For those unware, this is a public school term for a half-term so short that it ain't worth going home.

Anyways, after some thought, my Dad, who is nobody's fool realised something... "What was he up to exactly?" asks my old man, to which a whole list of shit was reeled off. I could see that the prick was enjoying himself as he stitched me up for what he thought would be the biggest beating my old man would ever give me in my life.

After a while my Dad pipes up, "So you're absolutely sure?"

"Definitely! My VIth years witnessed it all!" Says P******

"That's quite funny actually!" Says Dad, to which the housemasters face drops... puzzled by the sudden lack of interest from my old man.

You see, what the dick never realised was that my family booked a hotel that weekend in Dover and all of us stayed together to save the 400+ mile round trip if I'd gone home. I'd cost my dad a lot of money that weekend so he remembered quite clearly. D*** P****** exposed himself to my dad as a liar of the worst kind that day and at last my claims to him were more credible. Not strictly child abuse but not exactly the behaviour of someone paid to act in loco parentis.

The day I left after my exams I told my Dad this... "If I ever see D*** P****** again in my life I will give him the the pasting of his life." I meant it and still do, because as I've grown up I realised how he betrayed the trust of my parents and picked on a few of us in such a way that he expected never to be caught. Thing is he was in the end.

You see that is why despite now living in London I will never go back there because of what I know would happen if I ever saw the man. I gained a lot of positive things from the place through life experience, but not in the way you would expect from a fee paying boarding school.

Obvously times change, but that is my story about the place.
 
#23
I joined in 1992. 7 years followed and made me who I am today. Steve Saunderson is a fantastic advert for the Duke of York's Royal Military School. He along with people like Rodney Pearce have churned out hundreds of successful children over the years. A testament to their personalities and quality. Personally the school should be full of teachers with those qualities.
The main problem with the school now is that it is run by civvies who have no understanding of the military tradition that the DYRMS has. I am proud to call myself a "Dukie" but times have changed for the worse at the school. It's only a matter of time before we start discussing it's closure.
SOTB
 
#24
S**** S******** is a fantastic advert for the Duke of York's Royal Military School.
SOTB
WHAAAT!?!? Are we talking about the same guy? I attended the school from 1991-1996 and this bloke made my life a misery. He was on my case constantly and often without reason. I accept that there were times when I needed the discipline however S**** S******** had a dreadful way of handling things. You're right about Mr Pearce - he was a top bloke and helped me a great deal even though I wasn't in Hague. The deputy head at the time (Mr D***y) was also out to get me. He once asked me if I 'preferred young boys' after he stopped me and my younger brother play fighting - my brother was actually bigger than me! This totally freaked me out. On another occasion he stopped me chasing my best friend who was also much bigger and told me I was 'dangerous'. You see, I was a weed and wouldn't have stood a chance against my buddy. Mr D***y subsequently summoned me to his office and interrogated me. He seemed to be fixated on the potential of me being gay. WTF? I'm straight btw but this seriously messed with my head.

I was a victim of bullying throughout my entire time at the school and my tutor (S**** S*********) did absolutely nothing about it. He was too busy defending the kids he favoured. Speaking of looking after the favoured kids... In year nine (i was 13) I was beaten up by THREE boys in the year above me, which led to me spending a week in the school sanatorium with bruised kidneys and stomache injuries (I was pissing blood). One of the boys was the son of a 'friend-of-the-school' so despite the number of witnesses they all walked free. Mr D***y tried to suggest that I was at fault! Like I said, I had a number of people back me up but this didn't seem to matter. Mr D***y and S**** S******** can rot in hell. I honestly don't know what I would do if I saw them again. Just thinking of their faces makes my blood run cold.

Negatives aside, I also had some great times at the school. I'm sure things have changed over the last 16 years but I remember how precious that free time was when we were allowed out of the school and into Dover town. I have fond memories of walking down Chalky Lane (and not so fond ones of having to walk back up the bugger!). To take that from the kids would be a real shame. There were kids in my year that were drinking, smoking and using drugs but if they want to do it they will. The school can't be blamed for this because kids find a way.

Anyway, I'm now suitably riled after running those memories through my head. Time for a break.
 
#25
ex-Dukie '84 - '91 Kitchener/Clive

Good times, bad times. Good Masters, bad Masters. I'd always assumed it was the same the world over.

I'm surprised to see R***** P's name crop up. He wasn't beyond being violent to children and his teaching style was frankly Dickensian. He was incredibly easy to sidetrack in class, his favourite topics of conversation being how he'd never had to pay for sex in his life and how he might not be able to have all of us but he guaranteed that the first few would end up hospitalised before we could overwhelm him with numbers. I always thought he was slightly unhinged but I couldn't help but like him despite his obsession with everything National Socialist.

Also shocked with some of the vitriol directed towards SS. But perhaps that is because I was already a Senior when he arrived and he was still finding his feet. Struck us all as ever so slightly wet-behind-the-ears. I remember a Junior asking him if his Dad got him his '58 webbing (He was 2/LT TA). He seemed harmless to me and again I thought he was one of the better Masters.

I can only assume the SS haters never had the dubiouos priviledge of coming into contact with Captain C***** or S**** S******** (Bollock Chops). Now those two could and would seriously make your life a misery if a) they took a dislike to you for any reason, and/or b) if they felt their stock would go up by bullying unpopular students. And it got petty - and physical. These two taught me what professionalism isn't.

It is strange though - I remember odd incidents that I can hardly believe now which I just took in my stride at the time. One example: Within days of arriving at the school each of the three 1st form classes had their first drill session with the RSM. He made a point of singling out one boy and then spent the remainder of the class making that boy (11 years old) make a spectacle of themselves in front of their peers upon whom they were trying to make a good impression. He didn't stop until that boy had broken down in tears whereupon he formed the other boys into three ranks, dragged the weeping lad out infront of the class and asked whether anyone would admit to being that boys friend, expecting them all to be too scared to say anything which was usually the result thus completely isolating that individual further from his peer group.

Yes - That boy was me. My Crime: I looked over my shoulder. My Punishment: I had to stand in front of a mirror and yell: "I must not look around!". That in of itself didn't reduce me to tears, it was him shouting in my ear "Louder! I am going to break you boy!" that eventually did it. And did anyone admit to being my friend? Yes! - Paul Dooley. At 11 years old he had the guts to give the RSM a veritable middle finger by stepping forward and stating that Yes, he was my friend. I'd never spoken to him before him being in a different dorm to me.

To be honest I'd forgotten all about it - but it took me until I was in my mid-thirties before I realised, like a bolt from the blue, what massive gonads Paul Dooley must have. I never thanked him - I guess I was too traumatised at the time - but it is something I now regret.

Despite this I did the full 7 years and don't regret it. I made some good friends and experienced stuff that I am sure I wouldn't have been able to experience elsewhere.

One last point. WTF is DOYRMS and Drummers??!! In my day it was DYRMS and Dukies - A small thing called tradition - one of the very few things that set the school apart. What is the school motto now? It was Sons of the Brave in my day but I guess that doesn't quite work now it is a co-ed.

That was pleasantly cathartic.
 
#26
Regret to say the school has made the news today. Confirms gossip I heard last year through the retired teachers hot line of natter.

BBC News - Emergency Ofsted probe for Duke of York's Military School

Gossip was that the headteacher was removed from his post, and that the head of the last school I taught in was asked to take it over and sort it out prior to another appointment.

Reason now clear. Bullying. Serious issues concerning welfare of students. Poor teaching.

Sixteen teachers (a lot in a school with just over 400 students) have gone. Ofsted now says that standards are going up with less unsatisfactory teaching etc.

It was clearly well below an acceptable standard, but with Chris (ex-PARA officer) at the helm all will be well. Shame it wasn't already.
 
#27
I went to dyrms in 1991-1998. In those days unless u were good academically and at sport particularly then u were considered a losee. Particularly as it playes a role in you getting the senior house of your choice. Luckily I was first team in sports thus was never bothered. But there was a teacher in Kitchener 91 on our first night there say if he heard us breathe hed kill us. Needless to say kids were frightened. I think I coughed that night and was hauled into the dayroom and made to put my head under the table tennis table and stay there til SIR saw fit to let me go. An hr and a half later he said I could move before marching me to the bathhouse. I then had to stay in a cold shower for 5 minutes. No towel thus naked. If this didnt scare life out of u I dont know what would. Saying that I was 11 and by the time was 18 I was upset to leave. The school gives you character and once you have respect of headmaster tutors and housemaster life gets easier. As much as it seems ridiculous let yr kids stick it out. Dyrms means alot on a CV.
 
#30
Nobody gives a toss about DYRMS on my cv. My time at the school was okay, taught me to be independent (not unique sure whether getting on the school flights from Wegberg to Luton then getting yourself to Dover aged 11 by yourself is allowed)
However the seriously hard core beastings between the ages of 13-15 were way in advance of anything in regular basic in the mid 1980s. I remember one poor soul being stabbed with a under officers sword.
I agree with some of fat tulips comments (even though I suspect he is a friend from back in day and a ex-submariner)
Nowadays it is a different school and comparing what we went through to now is apples and oranges.
 
#31
I agree. I dont know if you remember Mr Redmond Art Teacher. He had a full on fight with a lad in ny year. Kicking butting the lot. Then he punished by being made to bull his shoes naked outside having been told to move his entire cubicle on the parade square and bringing it all back bit by bit in his number 1 dress then PE kit Rugby kit you get the idea. Wouldnt get away with that nowadays.
 
#32
Although I imagine that this place has made cosmetic changes over the years (I attended 1977-1982)) I wonder if the basic bullying culture still exists. It may or may not do as I never attended a co-ed school. The prefect regime was brutal (in Marlborough House) whilst I was there. I was unfortunate enough to snore so for about 3 years I was awoken by a cricket bat, hockey stick, army boot or any other weapon smashed around my head and told to f**k off out of the dorm until morning. Then to add insult to injury I had to awaken the chief instigator with his shoes polished and a cup of coffee....God forbid if I could not get hold of sugar or coffee mate as he never supplied his own...I had to scrounge. When night time bed checks were made I had to slink back into my bed and then get up again to go to my hiding place. The same antagonists would often get us younger boys to get our meals for them and if we dared to try and get a second meal for ourselves and were spotted by the staff...tough....we went hungry. We dreaded it when it snowed because the 6th form would make iceballs...not snowballs and pummel us at morning shoe inspection..."Do Not Move"...This is just the tip of the iceberg....I could name names but I am considering legal action as although I am now 49 years of age this Draconian regime has actually scarred me for life and I have had numerous psychological problems ever since. By the way...the above poster's punishment was known as a "Scat DT" and was very enjoyable to the idiot supervising it. This establishment should have been investigated many years ago as it has blighted my life and all because my father was proud that I could attend it.



Suck it up buttercup
 
#34
Let's hope we are never going to discuss its' closure. Having attended Kitchener and Clive from 77-82 having not made the grade for the invite back to VIth form (was gutted) I have remained in contact with many from my time. Yes it had its' tough times. I could list loads here that today's pupils would call bullying, but as I learnt it was an easier time than Tom Brown had in his Schooldays ;-). Thing is that times are different now, (Martin McGuiness died today, that's not lost on me as I say times are different). As the son of a serving soldier I truly believe we were conditioned through a life that many pupils may not have today, believe me it wasn't just our Dads that were able to coral their emotions into a box, many of our mums had to do the same especially in front of us children. You cannot expect that kind of life not to breed a certain kind of child. All tough, just some were tougher than others, each of us waiting for our turn at the top of the tree and what we did there was clearly reflective on how you had made the journey up the tree. If I could have my life again I would not ever wish to give up the 5 years I boarded at the school so long as went back to the time I was there, no cubicles, 20 beds to a dorm, cast iron bed frames, bed runs, pillow fights, a boot room/boxing ring, morning chores as an 11 year old - believe me that makes you appreciate your Mum a damn site more than children of today do. Yep, growing up is hard but the sooner you do it the sooner you can get on with your life.
 
#36
Went there from 56 to 63 hated the ******* place. All of the criticism comes from the 'losers' and wimps and the bullies continue to love the place.
Obviously not much has changed in the way of socialising the boarders except they now admit girls. Pity them if the overt sexualisation of any conversation still exists but maybe the girls have civilised the boys somehow i doubt it.
 
#37
Hi, i joined this site just now as upon reading the posts here about Rodney Pearce it made me wonder if it is the same master that taught history and led the DCLI ACF as second lieutenant at the now defunct Truro Cathedral public school in Cornwall. I belong to a closed Facebook site dedicated to the old school where i was a pupil from 1977-1982 and we are having a school reunion in September,35 years since closure, therefore would like to invite him along so fingers-crossed it's the same man.I have a few photos of him to upload from the early 80's at his time there so would be grateful if you could clarify if it's the same person or not. I was fortunate to clarify Rodney Pearce's middle name,John, with the following link several days ago in order that i could get a better google search result which led me to this site here. Thanking you and look forward to hearing from you in due course.By the way,our Rodney Pearce had fair hair and is seen in the ACF photo with the DCLI badge emblem in front of him but i'll leave you to find him in the other two photos.Any problems,just message me ok,thanks again and here is the link:-https://www.thegazette.co.uk/London/issue/47593/supplement/8618/data.pdf
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#38
Personally my experience has lead me to conclude that the boarding school system is inhuman and I would not recommend it to anyone.
It does prepare you well for prison life.

(I said... IT DOES PREPARE YOU WELL FOR PRISON LIFE!!!)

Sorry, I just realised that I was replying to a ten year old post, so I had to shout back through the years.
 
#39
Hi, i joined this site just now as upon reading the posts here about Rodney Pearce it made me wonder if it is the same master that taught history and led the DCLI ACF as second lieutenant at the now defunct Truro Cathedral public school in Cornwall. I belong to a closed Facebook site dedicated to the old school where i was a pupil from 1977-1982 and we are having a school reunion in September,35 years since closure, therefore would like to invite him along so fingers-crossed it's the same man.I have a few photos of him to upload from the early 80's at his time there so would be grateful if you could clarify if it's the same person or not. I was fortunate to clarify Rodney Pearce's middle name,John, with the following link several days ago in order that i could get a better google search result which led me to this site here. Thanking you and look forward to hearing from you in due course.By the way,our Rodney Pearce had fair hair and is seen in the ACF photo with the DCLI badge emblem in front of him but i'll leave you to find him in the other two photos.Any problems,just message me ok,thanks again and here is the link:-https://www.thegazette.co.uk/London/issue/47593/supplement/8618/data.pdf View attachment 279262 View attachment 279267 View attachment 279268 View attachment 279262 View attachment 279267 View attachment 279268
That does indeed look a lot like him, and I have distinct recollections of my school reports being signed "RJP".
 
#40
There is no place now or ever has been a venue to humiliate human beings, But the military have an un seemly God given right to do exactly that , if you want to kill your fellow man / woman for no good reason , bye.
 

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