The End of Term
The end of the school year is coming, but what does that mean? I have barely been there for the last four months. Yes, I've been doing the work (mostly!), but that's not really "school"
Some of the biggest lessons I've learnt during this time haven't been through show my homework. What not being at school has taught me is just how important it is in my life. School is where I learn about friendships-making them, keeping them, breaking them and moving on. It's where I have learned when and how to speak up, how to control my temper and how to pick up the pieces if I don't. It's a place where I can laugh, cry, think, listen, grow and get to know more about the world and the people around me. School gives me a place to belong and even if I don't always appreciate it when I'm there, whilst I haven't been there, I have honestly missed it.
So, the summer holidays feel more like a countdown towards being back in the big, school world than the time to take a break. Even though I have missed it, the idea of going back is a bit scary. How will it look? Will I be safe? How can I catch up on the time I have missed? I'm trying not to think about it too much, because at the moment nobody really knows the answer to those questions. My teachers are helping as much as they can to reassure me and that helps.
I guess for now, I need to clear my head, take a proper break and focus on the positive things about school. The things I have missed and the things that, even if it might look a bit different, won't have changed: the love, the friendships, the help, the support and the community.
See you in September