Hey guys, what's up? It's me Emma, and today I kind of just wanted to post an additional blog to my scheduled blog, because... "why not!". Anyway! I've been at school almost a month now, and I've been wanting to talk to you guys for a while about my whole... secondary school experience, and moving on to Sixth Form. I don't know why, but I kind of want to tell you guys what happened to me, how things get better, and how in the end, school isn't as bad as it seems!
For me, I've basically been going to public school since I was around... 4 or 5... I don't know? Whatever age you start nursery I guess. Anyway! My family are Catholic so I go to a special Catholic school which happens to be the best in the area, so in some ways I am lucky. When I hear about other people's experiences I really think to myself about how lucky I am to be in such an amazing school, with such inspirational, and hard working people. But it wasn't always super amazing or anything, I had my bad times too.
Sometimes it's better not to give up, and see through things because in the end things do get better. I put my change of perspective down to religious experience, but i'll explain that later.
Anyway. In year 9 I had a few problems with what I used to call "bullying", I guess it was in a way, but now i'm older I just call it "hormones". Me and my friends were 13 years old, and just getting used to becoming the teenage, miscreants that are the exact product of us growing up. We were touchy, and to be fair, a little over the top with everything. Everything was dramatic, everything was so important that our lives would depend on it, and we were basically very very immature. Anyway, there was an argument that meant I came home crying every night for almost 3 months maybe? I don't know, it was a long time ago now. My so called "friends" had abandoned me, leaving me to walk the school alone. But this all sounds so dramatic, and it was actually that big a deal... it just seemed like it. You see, everyone was at that stage where things happen! I see it all the time in 13 year olds, and it's not their fault. They are not used to the hormones, and so become the teenagers that are stereotypically frowned upon by modern society, some can prevent it, others can't, and I was just one of those teenagers who couldn't prevent it. We held a grudge for like a year, so the entire of year 10 we didn't speak, at that point I sincerely missed them. I was just too scared to make things right, so the feud went on until the beginning of Year 11. At the start of Year 11, I believe, 62 people from our year group went on retreat. The place we went to is basically a religous place, where you generally have this feeling that god is there, it's strange I know, but true. It's a breath taking place, and the place where all our good memories are! Anyway, we decided there that the feud would be over, and we would be friends again, because we all matured. It just took that final push to become friends again.
A year later, I cannot imagine not being friends with them, my best friends are literally the best people in the world and make me smile each and every day! We laugh together, share similar interests, and have our own little perks! I wouldn't trade them for the world, and I forgive them for anything they did wrong, because that is all in the past.
I hope you guys take something from my story, because everything gets better! You just have to take the first step!
Thank you. :)
Emma :)
PS: I love you guys :0
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