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apollaBecause school is meant to be our home and because school is where we're meant to be safe:
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School starts at half past eight. The register is taken at eight thirty five by our form tutor. She/he has been the form tutor for us since we were tiny little eleven year olds, when we never dreamed we'd ever be as big as the giant Year Elevens that pushed past us in the main corridor. School has always started at half past eight ever since we arrived. It started at half past eight before that and will start at half past eight long after we leave.
School is home. We spend most of the day here on most days of the year. The people in our forms are like our siblings, for better or worse. The people in the classes we're in are compatriots, united in whatever class it is, our hatred/liking for the teacher, a dislike of exam revision, essays and coursework.
Whether we realise it or not, we share our lives with each other, be it gossiping about Hannah and Tom/Ben/David/Simon/Tim or complaining about Miss Marshall the PE teacher. We walk down the same corridors, sit in the same classrooms, read from the same textbooks, have to contend with the same grouchy librarian, eat in the same dining room. We get the same buses home, walk the same route into town and all end up in the same McDonalds when we do. We wear the same bottle green jumpers, the same white polo shirts. We have to abide by the same rules and we break the same rules. Some of us hate each other, some of us love each other. Some of us hate being here, some of us quite like it really. We share the same lives, regardless of where we come from, where we go home to, who and what we go home to.
So when one of us is stabbed in the corridor, we all bleed. When a fight between two of us ends up with one of us dying, we all die a little. When the intruder comes into our school uninvited and attacks some of us, we all get hurt. When one life is destroyed, we all lose something of ourselves.. We all feel the pain and our lives won't ever be the same ever again.
We don't all like school, we don't all like it all the time. But for at least five years, it is home and the people inside it are our family, for better or for worse. Hurt one of us and we will all bleed.
The End
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School starts at half past eight. The register is taken at eight thirty five by our form tutor. She/he has been the form tutor for us since we were tiny little eleven year olds, when we never dreamed we'd ever be as big as the giant Year Elevens that pushed past us in the main corridor. School has always started at half past eight ever since we arrived. It started at half past eight before that and will start at half past eight long after we leave.
School is home. We spend most of the day here on most days of the year. The people in our forms are like our siblings, for better or worse. The people in the classes we're in are compatriots, united in whatever class it is, our hatred/liking for the teacher, a dislike of exam revision, essays and coursework.
Whether we realise it or not, we share our lives with each other, be it gossiping about Hannah and Tom/Ben/David/Simon/Tim or complaining about Miss Marshall the PE teacher. We walk down the same corridors, sit in the same classrooms, read from the same textbooks, have to contend with the same grouchy librarian, eat in the same dining room. We get the same buses home, walk the same route into town and all end up in the same McDonalds when we do. We wear the same bottle green jumpers, the same white polo shirts. We have to abide by the same rules and we break the same rules. Some of us hate each other, some of us love each other. Some of us hate being here, some of us quite like it really. We share the same lives, regardless of where we come from, where we go home to, who and what we go home to.
So when one of us is stabbed in the corridor, we all bleed. When a fight between two of us ends up with one of us dying, we all die a little. When the intruder comes into our school uninvited and attacks some of us, we all get hurt. When one life is destroyed, we all lose something of ourselves.. We all feel the pain and our lives won't ever be the same ever again.
We don't all like school, we don't all like it all the time. But for at least five years, it is home and the people inside it are our family, for better or for worse. Hurt one of us and we will all bleed.
The End
