In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fifteen Credits.”
I left school what feels like a long time ago (in reality it is a little over a decade). I wasn’t sad to go as to say that I didn’t enjoy school would be an understatement. Things were bearable until I had a growth spurt – I went from being one of the smallest girls in my class to being one of the tallest kids in my year. My weight took forever to catch up so for a good couple of years I was known as ‘stick insect’ – being somewhat of a drama queen I thought my life was over! I didn’t enjoy the rigidity of lessons or the fact that class sizes were quite large – it meant learning at the pace of others rather than what worked best for me. And don’t even get me started on double maths first thing on a Monday morning – it used to make me want to stay in bed and hide! Please don’t get me wrong – I really enjoy learning; I loved studying for my degree. The issue I have is with being told what to learn – a set curriculum doesn’t do anything for me.
Having said all of that I do miss finishing at 3:30pm and the long school holidays – basically the bits where I didn’t have to be in school. Weirdly I also miss the uniform – as much as I hated the tie and blazer at the time it definitely took the effort out of deciding what to wear. Oh, and I wouldn’t say no to school dinners… jacket potato and beans followed by jelly and ice cream…heaven!