It was only about four years ago this week I started year 8. I moved from North London to North Yorkshire this was a new school, it was a fresh start with new beginnings. But as cliché as it all sounds time has gone by fast, now I'm in year 11 just 8 or 9 months shy of leaving school doing my GCSE's. It's probably the beginning of the end of my childhood.
"Life changes fast. Life changes in an instant."- Joan Didion
Life has changed a lot for me, I have grown to like the cold, quite and lovely North. I have discovered who I am and where I want to go. I have made friends and lost friends. I have also discovered that I shouldn't worry about that I have never been kissed, I also like my own company being a loner reading a book and life is beautiful.
Would I have these thoughts if were still living in London? Probably but I wouldn't have pushed my self to start this blog. I would never had read the books I love today, I would have never watched the movies I love today or the music. I love listening to Belle and Sebastian and reading Margaret Atwood but if I was living in London would I be listening to Emeniem and reading nothing. Probably anything could have happened.
The 4 years were precious times with the bad days forgotten and the good days reminisced over time. But what I worry the most is growing up leaving school, leaving my natural habitat. For four years it's been nearly the same routine with the same old face, only sometimes the faces come and go but usually the same old tired and stupid faces.Even though I hated coming in every morning I still felt safe in the routine.                              The 8 or 9 months we have left in the mother ship we are like babies of the school after we finish our GCSE's we'll scatter around sometime keeping in touch with each other but not always.Some people will have new beginnings like myself I will move back to London for 6th form probably never meeting my school mates again.
The routine will soon be gone, the old face will be replaced with new faces and the mother ship will be only probably seen on reunion's. You're old form room will probably be someone's new form room, your favourite teacher will probably be someone else's new favourite teacher, the library will probably be the hanging out place for a new group of losers. But the laughs I had with my very small group of friends will always be in my memories for the sake of nostalgia.