Most famous fictional schools in one handy visual: Buffy’s Sunnydale High, classic Grange Hill, iconic Hogwarts, and over 20 others!
The infographic was created a few years ago by Rayburn Tours but today, in times of pandemic-forced homeschooling, it’s more relevant than ever before.
A few months ago, if you asked students about attending classes day by day from home, most of them would say: it’s fiction.
Suddenly, fictional schools from books, movies or TV shows are more real than the schools we now only see as a collage of faces in a video conferencing app.
The infographic lists 25 schools, from Harry Potter’s Hogwarts, to Lowood Insitution (Jane Eyre), to Crunchem Hall from Roald Dahl’s Matilda, or Welton Academy known from the Dead Poets Society movie.
Many of our favorite teen romances are played out along the corridors of imaginary schools, and students have always wished they could attend the same dances and pep rallies as their fictional counterparts.
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Coriolanus released the fistful of cabbage into the pot of boiling water and swore that one day it would never pass his lips again. But this was not that day. He needed to eat a large bowl of the anemic stuff, and drink every drop of broth, to prevent his stomach from growling during the reaping ceremony. It was one of a long list of precautions he took to mask the fact that his family, despite residing in the penthouse of the Capitol’s most opulent apartment building, was as poor as district scum. That at eighteen, the heir to the once-great house of Snow had nothing to live on but his wits.
His shirt for the reaping was worrying him. He had an acceptable pair of dark dress pants bought on the black market last year, but the shirt was what people looked at. Fortunately, the Academy provided the uniforms it required for daily use. For today’s ceremony, however, students were instructed to be dressed fashionably but with the solemnity the occasion dictated. Tigris had said to trust her, and he did. Only his cousin’s cleverness with a needle had saved him so far. Still, he couldn’t expect miracles.
The shirt they’d dug from the back of the wardrobe—his father’s, from better days—was stained and yellowed with age, half the buttons missing, a cigarette burn on one cuff. Too damaged to sell in even the worst of times, and this was to be his reaping shirt? This morning he had gone to her room at daybreak, only to find both his cousin and the shirt missing. Not a good sign. Had Tigris given up on the old thing and braved the black market in some last-ditch effort to find him proper clothing? And what on earth would she possess worth trading for it? Only one thing—herself—and the house of Snow had not yet fallen that far. Or was it falling now as he salted the cabbage?