- New teachers. Young little things who’ve just hopped out of teacher training school, packed full of new and exciting ways to educate the children of today! In theory. See, as enthusiastic as these women are (and it is mostly women), they’re never any good at controlling the class. And after a lesson or two, that becomes pretty boring- even for the students.
- Year 7s. When I was 12, I was a proper little nerd. I was shy, carried a huge, ugly red rucksack, and I was incredibly awkward to be around. But the new year 7s- well, they’re a different story. They’re loud, chavvy and they push in the lunch queue. I don’t like them, and I certainly won’t miss them!
- Science. The thing about science is that I know somebody needs to know what’s in toothpaste, or how plants grow- but it’s definitely not me! I’m not taking any sciences for A Level, so I never have to think about stars or elements or bloody biotechnology EVER AGAIN! Wonderful!
- School lunches. As much as I enjoy a good plate of roasted meat slop, school lunches are not something I will miss when I’m gone. The meals were always quite icky- something you could only force down on a good day. (Not to mention the countless times I found dinner lady hair in my food! Gives me shivers just thinking about it…
- The uniform. The colour is alright, I guess (navy blue) but it’s just baggy and frumpy, and I hate the jumpers, they're ugly and itchy.
But there are a lot of things I will miss. I’ll miss the people, and the teachers who have helped me for five solid years, and all our little hang out zones under the stairs and in the corridors. I’ll miss the cover lessons where we mucked about, the banter in the classrooms and the great friends I’ve made. Yes, I really will miss school.
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