May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
Despite the usual teenage troubles (nobody understands me etc.) I really enjoyed secondary school. I argued with a lot of teachers but they mostly seemed to enjoy it; I found the work pretty easy and was able to sail through without putting much effort it; I was the English department's pet prodigy which was both gratifying and embarrassing in equal measure; I had nice friends and for some reason never really got bullied or picked on. My unhappinesses were largely inherent in me, rather than anything to do with school.
My A level years were extremely stressful but that was more to do with the fallout from my mum's death than anything else. I still got through with good grades, thanks in no small part to the school being quite understanding with regard to missing coursework and persistent lateness.
It was and I believe still is a very good school for supporting kids through education and bringing a lot of kids up to A level who might not otherwise have bothered.
My A level years were extremely stressful but that was more to do with the fallout from my mum's death than anything else. I still got through with good grades, thanks in no small part to the school being quite understanding with regard to missing coursework and persistent lateness.
It was and I believe still is a very good school for supporting kids through education and bringing a lot of kids up to A level who might not otherwise have bothered.





