Today (Friday 15th March 2019) marks 25 years to the day since I walked out for school for good and hung up my school uniform for the last time. Yes - it was around 3.10 pm on Tuesday 15th March 1994 when it happened. No, I wasn't expelled or anything like that, I just couldn't stomach any more "routine" of facing people I would have wanted to avoid such the odd bully and disagreeable teacher. I was a regular at my main library so I still got an education in that respect afterwards, before the training programmes started later on that year. I bet that this was a bit like what VE Day was like when the Second World War ended in May 1945.
I was to have stayed on until May of that year, but I had enough of the place, after the bullying and everything else that had happened - in fact, something did happen in February of that year and that was the final straw as far as I was concerned. I was just glad to get out of the place. It was also poetic justice that the council had closed the school down a year later as well because by then there were only a few pupils left - they probably done a bunk a bit like myself!
I almost feel like celebrating as it felt like a breakthrough, but it was just another day for everyone else. Never mind Brexit, but it leaving school felt like some form of independence which would get me ready in time for adulthood in two years' time. I do try and sever links from school days, although I am still in touch with a teacher and a girl from my form who sent me birthday and Christmas cards last year. I have mellowed a little bit since, I hope so.
Do people mark or at least acknowledge anniversaries of when they left school? I feel that the further away we go from those days, there is just a little bit more reason to acknowledge it. Just think of it as being water under the bridge, and not about the bad things that happened at the time.
I was to have stayed on until May of that year, but I had enough of the place, after the bullying and everything else that had happened - in fact, something did happen in February of that year and that was the final straw as far as I was concerned. I was just glad to get out of the place. It was also poetic justice that the council had closed the school down a year later as well because by then there were only a few pupils left - they probably done a bunk a bit like myself!
I almost feel like celebrating as it felt like a breakthrough, but it was just another day for everyone else. Never mind Brexit, but it leaving school felt like some form of independence which would get me ready in time for adulthood in two years' time. I do try and sever links from school days, although I am still in touch with a teacher and a girl from my form who sent me birthday and Christmas cards last year. I have mellowed a little bit since, I hope so.
Do people mark or at least acknowledge anniversaries of when they left school? I feel that the further away we go from those days, there is just a little bit more reason to acknowledge it. Just think of it as being water under the bridge, and not about the bad things that happened at the time.
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