Most of my childhood was amazing, I loved my primary days in which I had the greatest teachers, teachers that made me what I am today, teachers that made me want to grow up and become a teacher myself, grow up and become someone who can make a difference in someones life, just like they did to me. Then, like everyone says, I went through the great transition of primary to secondary school, which my family were very proud of as I was able to pass a test that said I was good enough to be in a grammar school, and only after doing just 3 months of tuition. Secondary school was not that hard I guess, I breezed through most of it and GCSEs were fine (was what I thought at the time), I mean I never failed any of my exams, but the results that I received were not, lets say, satisfactory.I am now in sixth form, still in the grammar school, but barely. Lately I have not been up to standard (even though I am only doing 3 A-LEVELS), I think it's because I am finding it all very hard, but even I know that I am not putting as much effort into my work, as I could be. Other that that, my school life is 'amazing', I have the best of friends, great teachers (as teachers, not as people because some of them are really very mean), and I go to a amazing (exaggeration) school.
If you're still reading (god knows why), I guess it is because you might have some remote interest in what I am writing about, well if you are still reading, I hope you enjoyed my passage so far and continue reading in my further posts.
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