…but I’m not going back to school ever again
This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: Did you like returning to school at the end of summer, or did you always dread the start of the year?
The way I remember it, I always looked forward to a new school year for the following reasons:
- I would get to see my friends again, most of whom I hadn’t see all summer.
- There would be some new friends, too – or at least I hoped there would.
- With some luck, new teachers would replace those I didn’t like or that didn’t like me.
- I would start a new subject that already interested me (e.g. initiation to technology).
- I would no longer have a subject that I hated (e.g. earth and life sciences).
However, there was always a risk of:
- Losing friends who didn’t attend the same school or weren’t in the same class.
- Making (new?) “enemies” in my class and spending the whole school year fighting with them.
- Ending up with teachers that I didn’t or wouldn’t like or that didn’t or wouldn’t like me.
- No longer having a subject that I liked (e.g. basic computer science).
- Starting a new subject that didn’t interest me or that I would hate (e.g. philosophy).
In college, things were a bit different; at the start of a new year, I would worry about a million things:
- Will I like all my classes?
- Will I attend all my classes?
- Will I do well on my exams?
- Will I be/stay motivated?
- Will I be/stay happy?
- Will people like me?
- Will I make friends?
Sometimes I miss college, but I am so glad these days are over!