Today was my last day of school ever. And to celebrate, above is a photograph of a wee version of myself when it all started! Yes, this was my first ever day, and I had no idea what I was bloody in for, did I? Ooh side note: look at that top knot and Disney lunchbox!! Funky Maya- not much has changed really.
I hate school. I have been desperate to leave since I ever started. The routines, early mornings, authority, assembly, (its been 14 years and I still fail to see the importance of assembly) shit lunches, hot class rooms... it's never really appealed to me. I have always struggled to make first period and I have always been ready to go home way before last. I have felt trapped in school, instiutionalised. It took up all my time when really I wanted to be travelling and reading/writing, not learning pointless facts for important exams. And I thought that when the day I finally finished sixth form came I'd feel liberated but actually- it's a little bit daunting.
Sure, I feel great that I never have to go back, but at the same time there is a sense of knowing at school. I've been there for 14 years and I know what to expect every day. And it's safe, there is a comfort in knowing that you don't have to plan anything because school has it planned for you. But now, that security and knowing is gone. I mean I have a few exams left, but after that, my time is my own. There wont be anybody telling me what to do or that I'm not doing enough, there wont be any time I have to get up or deadlines I have to meet. I have known this life for so long, I'm not sure what to expect. I am bloody excited, thrilled that my life is just beginning. But, there is something a little scary about not knowing where I'll be in 3 months time.
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