So something really weird happened to me today. I finished school. Well, I still have my GCSEs to do, they start on Friday (aaaahhh!!!) and of course the two years of sixth form, but I have finished the official part of year 11. I start study leave now I guess, and for all of you who don’t know what that is, it’s when students leave school in order to ‘study’ for exams. That’s the intention and that is most definitely what I intend to do. (So sorry if I disappear, yet again!)
I think the strangest thing about technically finishing year 11 is that it is not like any other year we have experienced before in high school. For starters we have finished in May which is just odd in itself. Yes the majority of us will just move into year 12 with all of their friends like it’s no biggie, but people leave. In my year roughly 10-15 girls are leaving, and considering there are only 88 girls in the whole year, that’s quite a lot! It will definitely be a weird feeling when we have our induction and all of them are missing. 😦 (Shout out to you R!)
Yesterday was my year’s last full uniform day together, as today half the year had their art exam, so wore own clothes. As you can only imagine, the halls were a frenzy of squealing, thousands of pictures taken, selfies galore and of course, the legendary shirt signing. As we don’t wear uniform in sixth form, this is our way of celebrating, and in a way making sure we remember everyone. So we thought it would be a great idea to have a whole year photo in our shirts out on the tennis courts. The photos are truly brilliant and such a great way to have ended the year as a year group. My friend also made a good luck video for us using clips of everyone dancing, in small groups and then just before we took the year group photos. It is such a beautiful video and I may have teared up just a little when I first saw it! The music is “started from the bottom now we here”, which we all agreed is very fitting 🙂
Today we had our good luck tea, which included a handmade powerpoint made by another friend of hundreds (literally 600) of photos that were mainly hideous, but also very cute, and stretched all the way from year 7 to yesterday! The “aaawwww”s and “oh my gosh!”es that were ricocheting around the hall were all you could hear, and it was hilarious and a great reminder of our year group’s journey through high school, as cheesy as that is. It was definitely touching, even if it was slightly cringey, but great to make us laugh before the real struggle takes over, oh joys.
So that’s it for the fun and games of year 11; now we get down to the nitty-gritty terrible twos, this time two months chocker-block with exams, with my first out of 18 in Friday. My last exam is on the 12th of June, and I am holding out for that day! That’s when the celebration of a culmination of 2-3 years of work begins. And I cannot wait. The promise of Thorpe Park and a great summer holiday is what will ultimately get me through. Now I just need to knuckle down, as my parents say. So what more can I say, except: GCSEs here I come!!
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