The End is Near

Hi all,

After reading through other people's blogs, I'm starting to think that I need more imagery, especially at the top of the page; it's looking a bit plain at the moment. A redesign of the blog is due. Not sure when that'll happen though.

I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome Andrew and Angelo to the world of blogging. They're really good friends of mine; people I can rely on, and people who have always been there for me. I can't say much about their blog at the moment because they've only posted a couple of entries each, but they like talking about what's wrong with the world, as do I. Check their blogs out if you can; they've even given insight into their backgrounds. The great thing about blogging is that it makes you realise how people think differently, and the ability to speak freely about your opinions, or however much you wish to reveal them to the world.

Had my last ever day of timetabled lessons today (and lessons, for that matter). I'm not feeling much at the moment, but I guess when I get around to acknowledging the things I'll be missing out on, sadness will briefly make an appearance. No more seeing the same teachers and saying "Orright Sir!" or "Orright Miss!" as you walk past. No more seeing the same classmates almost every day. No more banter in the classrooms. No more feeling like the oldest kids around the two schools. No more casual talk with teachers during lessons. No more free education.

I guess the sadness will start seeping in tomorrow after Leaver's Mass. No doubt that some girls will shed tears - perhaps a few guys but they won't speak of it. As Head Boy, I'll be doing a speech during the service. I'll leave my speech as a surprise in case I spoil anything. Don't worry, I won't be bludgeoning religion or leaving everyone feeling angry (I hope). As much as I love venting my opinions (as do most people), I absolutely hate making people angry or upset. The only thing I'm remotely awkward about is the fact that I'll be doing the First Reading during the Mass. Not on the fact that I feel strange about saying these words like "the Lord our God", because they're no more than words to me, but more because I wouldn't like to offend anyone by doing these readings. Then again, Muslims and Hindus will be present during the Mass, so I won't be totally isolated (along with a few other Atheists) in my thoughts about the meaning behind the 'Words of God'. If you're in Year 13, I'll see you tomorrow.

Until next time.

Leaving Free Education

Hi all,

Since I've been going on about stuff that's happened in the past, I thought I should start to blog properly about stuff that happens day-by-day.

Today was a pretty good day, everyone seemed to be in a good mood, despite the fact that it's the second day of exam season. I still don't think it's sunk in yet about how close I am to leaving the Sixth Form. Only a week left until we're given Study Leave. Needless to say, the biggest change will be not seeing the same faces each week, and not seeing my friends each day. I don't know anyone else in the Sixth Form who are likely to go to Bristol. Probably better that way though. New beginnings!

I've requested to do a speech at the Leaver's Mass (held just before we're given Study Leave). I guess they won't say no because I'm the Head Boy, but this is just me assuming. I want to do a speech because I'd like to give a kind of 'sign-off' to the rest of the students. Also, I'd like to feel as though I've actually fulfilled my title. There are other people who I think the title of Head Boy should have been given to; people that actually get involved regularly in societies and take leadership. As I've found out from my time trying to fundraise for an Expedition to Uganda, I really don't like taking charge of things. I don't like bossing other people. I don't like having to make the main decisions. I especially don't like it when there's money involved.

Ah, Leaver's Ball...
So, if anyone from the Sixth Form is reading this, are you going? The answer from most people seems to be "Ahh I dunno man, are you going?!" or "£50? DAS A BUMP BRUV".
I'll say that I'm going, to encourage others to go. Also I'm kinda obliged to. Lol.

This'll probably have to be explained in another post, or will never be explained at all, but I will genuinely miss my Further Maths classes, primarily because of the brainchild of two people in the class; Kaiser 'Face to Face' Iqbal and Jad 'Big 12' El-Houssami

Until next time.