Growing pains…
I remember my secondary school years rather well now. Everyone had fun, messing about in class, laughing at the teachers and their names and accents, then after school hanging around the corner shop in “New Era"caps which were banned in class.
Then suddenly it all changed. It must have been in the fourth year when we were getting ready for the GCSE’s. We had to study many things for them, be it quadratics or even DNA Testing. I had the urge to mess about, have a laugh and a giggle, yet I actually began to take things seriously. I didn’t know why all of a sudden, but it was a transition we all had to make. I knew one guy who made this transition in his first year, he had a laugh and made loads of friends, yet he was more absorbed in his studies pretty early. There were a few who wern’t so lucky, acting like kids even during exams, no revision just hanging about, which resulted in them not going to college and having to take crappy low paid jobs like painting and installing loft insulation in the houses of pensioners. I was actually afraid of failing and I was prepared to change at that point. Then GCSE’s came, did great, then A-Levels did great too, and now in Uni I had a look at myself. I’m no longer the 12 year old kid who blew bubbles with gum with crooked teeth, I am an older guy with stress wrinkles and bags under my eyes worrying about my next assignment.