I'm also leaving school on Friday. WHAT?
It has always seemed to me that whilst you were at school, your life was on hold before you decided what you wanted to do with it and it became your own. After fourteen years of being told what to do, all predictability is now gone and I am in charge -definitely a scary prospect.
The response of most of my year group when reminded of our impending freedom is usually a collective wail. School has been our home for perhaps the most important seven years of our lives. It is hard to believe I am the same person as the chubby, timid little year 7 with a rucksack bigger than her body and white ankle socks. I have done amazing things, visited beautiful places and met such a variety of people. The thought that I might never see some of them again puts a lump in my throat. I can guarantee I will shed some tears on Friday...and on Leaver's Day...and at the Leaver's Ball...and results day...
There will of course be things that I will not miss. Early mornings, the smell of the changing rooms, disgusting toilets, dodgy canteen sandwich fillings, the long slog up the hill from the station and never-ending homework are things I am glad to be shot of once and for all.
I wish all school leavers the very best with your exams and deciding what to do with your future. If you are (un)lucky enough to have a few more years to go yet, enjoy it! You may find yourself sadder than you think to leave.
Now if you don't mind, I'm off to revise Tess of the D'Urbervilles. I will hopefully magically ping back to my usual self in one month and one day (and counting!)
Good luck everyone!
xxx
