Change
is so inevitable it’s almost annoying.
Moving schools suck. Moving schools suck even more when you’re on your senior year/grade 11. And that’s exactly what happened to me. So I spend half my life (8 years) at Westminster school, made amazing friendship and created truckloads of memories and finally, year 11 comes round and KABLOOEEYYDSFHZZMMZMZ, I move schools.
It’s heartbreaking. We’ve been planning year 11 since, what, grade 8? What about all our plans and ideas on the overrated prom and graduation day? Dammit.
I still can’t get my head around it. I’m going to miss EVERYTHING. From nap times with Charmagne and Johanna during Accounts & French class. To terrorizing Business and Economics teacher. To being the secondary girl’s building’s Hurricane Katrina. To randomly biting people and it being okay because I’m Hurrican Katrina and I bite. To laughing out loud with my friends for no particular reason at all.
Now I won’t be able to do that in my new school because a new kid biting people is just freaky, ain’t it.
And hlysht, don’t even get me started on my IGCSE subjects. I opted for all commerce subjects in my old school mainly because I HATE SCIENCE but now that Science is compulsory in my new school, I’m dead. I took Physics. And Geography. And History. So now I have 2 years worth of studies for Physics and Geography and History because I joined grade 11 and they started IGCSE in grade 10.
I can feel the pressure already. This is going to be one helluva tough year.
Change is inevitable. So we can’t avoid it. We get used to it.
(Sorryfortherant, I knew about this move since August but still haven’t had a good breakdown. I swear it’s bound to happen one day)
