By Nick Hornby
Adapted from the article 'An Education' by Lynn Barber
INT. SCHOOL. DAY
JANUARY 1962. MONTAGE
A nice girls’ school in a south west London suburb. We see
girls doing what girls did in a nice girls’ school in 1962:
walking with books on their heads, practising their
handwriting, making cakes, playing lacrosse, dancing with
INT. CLASSROOM. DAY
In one of the classrooms, MISS STUBBS, an attractive,
bright, animated schoolteacher, is talking to a small group
of sixteen-year-old girls. Some of these girls seem to be
daydreaming - looking out of the window, examining their
fingernails. A couple, including a bespectacled girl who
looks five years younger than everyone else in the class,
write down everything the teacher says. Only one, JENNY,
beautiful and animated, seems to be listening in the spirit
in which Miss Stubbs would like her to listen. She’s
smiling, eyes shining - she loves Miss Stubbs, and these
lessons. Miss Stubbs asks a question, and Jenny puts up her
hand - the only one in the class to do so.
Isn’t it because Mr Rochester’s
INT. BEDROOM. DAY
Jenny’s bedroom. Books about ponies, a much loved teddy
bear; a cello huge in the small room leans against the
Jenny is bent over a small desk. Victorian novels, Latin
primers and dictionaries teeter in huge towers either side
of her. She stands and stretches as she turns to us.
She kneels and flicks through her half-dozen or so LPs on
the floor near a cheap record player - they’re all
classical, mostly by Elgar, apart from a Juliette Greco
record. This is the one she chooses. As the music begins,
she sings along.
Immediately there is a thumping noise - someone underneath
her is banging on the ceiling impatiently.
MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)
I don’t want to hear any French
singing. French singing wasn’t on
the syllabus, last time I looked.
Jenny sighs, and reaches for the volume control. She turn