Anvennerett

Mr Cee was teaching us in primary 6 class at school. Our classroom was in a huge windmill. Excellently furnished, like a house as opposed to a school, with great comfy chairs and fresh, fluffy carpets. Huge, eye-shaped, window to the front looking out onto fields of straw, the floor curving up at the edges ever so slightly to accommodate this. In many ways the exterior was formed much like the Sydney Opera House with huge overlapping planes (of wood construct?). The scary thing was that when it was windy the large viewing (class)room rotated and moved about with the force of this. We were taught as a class in this situation. At one point it got so bad that we were clutching on to the furniture as it was so scary-