Today marks the end of an era.
In a few hours I will be sat back at home eating a cheese toastie contemplating how my drama exam went . But this isn't just any exam; this is my last A Level exam. Also the last time I will see most of the people I have spent the last two years chatting to, laughing with/at and pissing off.
Not only do I feel a great sense of loss laddies and gents but I also recognise this as the last time I will write to this blog under the immense weight of the thumb of Runshaw. Runshaw College, for me, has always represented a sort of juxtaposition, the hustle bustle of the corridor always put me in mind of a stream of fish and myself walking to a lesson a weakling clinging on to the sides and swimming against the current. No matter how many dirty looks and snotty comments from chavs Runshaw has dealt me, its always repaid me with lovely people who if not completely sane are at least kind natured, intelligent and a little bit cooky.
The occasional member of unkind staff and the ridiculous rules about attendance and student freedom (as well as the welsh dragon) are like a Nazi regime minuscules in comparison to the Eden of diversity I liken to the student body. So Runshaw you have given me EMA with one hand and reclaimed it with the other in the form of over priced and undercooked hash brown sandwiches and extortionate drinks from the maximum fizz vending machines. You have raised my self esteem by showing me I can achieve academically and charged it via chip and pin to my dignity with your staff and their dedication to creating a student willing to comply and ready to achieve.
I have everything to thank you for and an equal amount to hate you for. You have taken my childish view of society and replaced it with knowledge.
I have decided upon reflection that I despise Runshaw the institution but love a fair amount of the people within it.
After today no more struggling for time and sanity.
After today no more laughs including library balloon Olympics, fag shed antics and games of dares designed to annoy the librarians.
In a few hours I will be sat back at home eating a cheese toastie contemplating how my drama exam went . But this isn't just any exam; this is my last A Level exam. Also the last time I will see most of the people I have spent the last two years chatting to, laughing with/at and pissing off.
Not only do I feel a great sense of loss laddies and gents but I also recognise this as the last time I will write to this blog under the immense weight of the thumb of Runshaw. Runshaw College, for me, has always represented a sort of juxtaposition, the hustle bustle of the corridor always put me in mind of a stream of fish and myself walking to a lesson a weakling clinging on to the sides and swimming against the current. No matter how many dirty looks and snotty comments from chavs Runshaw has dealt me, its always repaid me with lovely people who if not completely sane are at least kind natured, intelligent and a little bit cooky.
The occasional member of unkind staff and the ridiculous rules about attendance and student freedom (as well as the welsh dragon) are like a Nazi regime minuscules in comparison to the Eden of diversity I liken to the student body. So Runshaw you have given me EMA with one hand and reclaimed it with the other in the form of over priced and undercooked hash brown sandwiches and extortionate drinks from the maximum fizz vending machines. You have raised my self esteem by showing me I can achieve academically and charged it via chip and pin to my dignity with your staff and their dedication to creating a student willing to comply and ready to achieve.
I have everything to thank you for and an equal amount to hate you for. You have taken my childish view of society and replaced it with knowledge.
I have decided upon reflection that I despise Runshaw the institution but love a fair amount of the people within it.
After today no more struggling for time and sanity.
After today no more laughs including library balloon Olympics, fag shed antics and games of dares designed to annoy the librarians.
I suppose all that's left to do is wish everybody good luck for uni or whatever they plan on doing and to hope the future hold something good for us all.
PS= People you have no idea how long that picture took me to do.
2 comments:
Very nicely written and I agree. I'm gonna miss Runshaw... but it kind of is like a nazi regime... especially in the library.
That welsh shirley is the bain of my existance! I'm going to bash her noggin in with a dictionary.
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