A bright summers day and warm breeze passing through the air is a sure way to begin the final term of my school year, sure, i am almost going to get screwed at the thought that my grades for my science modular exams have arrived but lets not worry about that just yet. It has also come to my attention that the little pest we once names "rat-kid" has finally moved to another school; this time one i can guarantee he will get bullied. School as always, has done a phenomenal job of ruining what could have been a rather relaxed life. Simply by placing essays and french GCSE exams after the holidays has it done this.
If anyone does care, i got triple A*s. Something personally i couldnt do without spending countless hours "revising" and eventually turning itself into a daydream nonetheless. The results being called out was shortly followed by the depressed moods of my peers who, to say the least didnt do so well, people telling me to "fuck off" because i did so well and forgetting well that school does mean something to me. Although i hate it, people forget the purpose of attending school, to learn and achieve. Surely my odds of having a successful career is boosted by having a list of formidable grades. So that is what im gonna do. Study but only because i want to acheive. Although my parents arent exactly helping by simply neither giving a single comment or a single little sign of saying "well done" i will simply carry on.