Former Pupils
We are very proud of our former pupils. We hear their news when they pop in to see us, are welcomed back for a reunion, return for their gap years or work experience, email or write and sometimes even when our paths cross professionally or when they return with little daughters, hoping for a place.
Our girls are often Head Girls at their senior schools. They tell us that time spent as Form Leaders or on the School Council here at Bute House prepares them well for such office; their Heads also confirm that our confident, articulate, charming, former pupils do turn into "stars" in many ways.
Music, started in their early years here, plays an important part in many of their lives forever. Our little debaters go on to lead serious debating clubs and then often turn into lawyers, journalists or potential politicians. Drama gives them the confidence to "tread the boards" at school, university and beyond. The love of science, instilled so early, ensures that many of our former pupils go on to study medicine. Sport is carried on to a high level in many cases, a great delight in these days when girls tend so often to "opt out". We take great pleasure in seeing so much of their stunning art work on display in their next schools
We are always delighted to celebrate their many and varied achievements with our "old" girls and are particularly pleased that they still want to share these with us. It is a testament to their affection for Bute House that they do.
Bute Forever
Aboard a tossing ship in a storm outside Biscay,
It's not the thought of a watery death that fills me with dismay,
But the thought that my old School is six hundred miles away.
At a thousand miles a second, nearly half the speed of light,
Outer space is blackness, only distant stars are bright,
But brighter are the memories of the School so far from sight.
Up a cold and icy mountain in a battle ‘gainst the snow,
There's one thing keeps me going, just the thought that, years ago,
I had the happiest childhood at the greatest School I know.
For wherever life may take you, from Zimbabwe to Malay,
You will never lose the comfort, come whatever may,
That you're a Bute House girl until your dying day.
by CAMILLA THOMPSELL former Year 6 pupil.