Education

So as of today, 10th March 2016 at 9pm, I have 101 days left until I am free for the summer, and well for a year, and just 77 days left of educations.

In 101 days I will be celebrating the end of my A Level exams, my last being my philosophy implications paper, the one I am dreading the most!  

In 77 days I will be celebrating the end of my education, of course I still have just under a month of revision and examinations but I will not be in school/college/sixth form any more.  I will have no more lessons!

To me, saying and writing that makes me so excited it is unbelievable.  I just want to get out of education for a bit, take a year off (btw I am having a gap year to sort my life out), and be free to do what I want to do with my life.  But, of course, there is a part of me, only a small part though, which is kind of nervous, I mean I am about to experience the world in a way I have never before. 

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My experience of education has definitely been varied, I have had so so so many brilliant memories during my school years, made some friends that I will keep forever and have actually made myself proud.  

However, education has had downs too, I never really hated school until I was about 13, I am not going to go into a sob story don't you worry, but I would say primary years were by far the greatest years of my school life.  I even remember my Mum telling me that, when I was about 6, that 'these are the best years of you're life' but I didn't believe her until they passed.

Other than the stress, 24/7 tiredness and the amount of work people expect from you; I have enjoyed it I suppose.  Sixth form, in terms of the learning and education was and is horrible and tough, but I was expecting it, and I have still made brilliant memories.

But can we just take it back to my year 10 maths classes.  This was most definitely my absolute favourite part of my education.  Izzy will know this because she was apart of it but the little work our class actually did is shocking.  Our teacher and our class just did not get along so we went out of our way for the whole year to be difficult, to our maths teachers and supply teachers.  I mean she hated us anyway so she would make our lives living hell once we were in that class, but the memories and storied I have are just brilliant.

One time we had a supply teacher,  I am going to call him Einstein because he looked like him, but Einstein told us the page numbers of the maths textbook we had to complete during class.  However, our class, being the most difficult, we decided to tell him we had already completed the whole of the 500 page maths textbook by spring term, which we had nowhere near finished. With a little bit more convincing, he somehow believed us, so he decided to teach us how to make a pop-up card!  Yes, that's right, a pop-up card!

Overall education has created some brilliant memories, and I will go away from it with them but I so ready to leave.  Education is becoming so demotivating and tiring but I will leave the bad behind and bring along the funny stories.

Georgie

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