Fatma

I’ve got less than 2 weeks until I finish secondary school forever. That sentence feels so surreal (I remember when I was 11, wishing that I could time travel to 2018 and be able to leave school). But now that the end is approaching, I don’t feel as excited as I thought I would. I’m midway through taking my GCSE exams, which I’m happy to get over and done with (as Simon from The Inbetweeners says, “I can always re-sit”. Me and my sister always talk about how calm he is in that scene, and I wish that I didn’t get so worked up about exams: it isn’t the end of the world).

But I got a letter from the college I’m planning to go to and they invited me to an introduction day. It made me nervous because they sent me a map of the school, which has multiple floors, unlike my old school which was way smaller. But I’m not too scared, because I know everyone is nervous when they start a new school. It just felt quite daunting. My sister keeps trying to cheer me up by reminding me of all the cute outfits I can wear, now that I’ll no longer need to wear a school uniform. And although I appreciate her efforts, nothing anyone says will work. I’m really not that excited to start college.

But I have no choice–I can’t stay home forever. I know I’ll adjust to college, just like I adjusted to secondary school when I was 11 (but my social anxiety wasn’t particularly bad when I was 11, so I feel like I’ll have a harder time going to college). If all else fails and I’m a miserable mess for the next two years, I know I can always come home and watch episodes of Rick And Morty in the dark.