Yesterday was my last day at school. Very emotional.
As horrid a time as I’ve had since January, yesterday was a great example of why I am so sad to actually leave.
I got a lovely bunch of flowers and gifts from members of staff across school including a gorgeous new pen and notebook.
I want expecting many at my leaving party but so many people turned up with lovely words for me. A science technician told me the only reason her son took Product Design for GCSE was because of me.
My year 11 class got me a lovely personalised card and made sure my last lesson was a good one. One of them slipped a picture of a ‘polar bear’ into the card that he had drawn in a previous project and I had found so charming I stuck to the wall by my desk.
At the end of the day a student sheepishly came to me with a bar of chocolate.
“I couldn’t afford to get you much miss but I tried to make it look nice.”
I cried more than I thought I could, had more hugs than I’d imagined I could handle and completely forgot all the rubbish I’d been put through. I have no idea what the future is going to hold but I know the good memories will keep me going.