Well, it's over, school is over...

At the current moment, I really cannot believe it.

I suppose the concept of never having another official lesson at Chesterfield High School has not hit me yet…

Moreover, when I think about it, all I feel is a great sense of misery, which was unexpected.

In the early years, I decided that the actual decision to complete secondary education at Chesterfield was the worst decision I had ever made in my short life. I could not stand the place, the people, the atmosphere; it just was not what I was looking for in a high school. I did not have many friends and I was being picked on by many people.
I eventually made quite a few friends, once I had turned around my own miserable ass attitude and I began to enjoy school more.

However, over the past year or so, I began to hate Chesterfield as if it a bad smell. That is what it was, a bad smell, a bad smell I could not shake off, could not shake away. I was stuck there, same lessons, same people, same building. I was sick of it.
I loved my friends and some of my teachers and I still do! I just could not stand the same system every day, which I had been doing for 4 years. I needed a change.
Therefore, I decided not to attend Chesterfield for further education next year in the school’s sixth form in year ten.

I applied for sixth form at Formby High instead, having a strong distaste for actual, real colleagues, due to an odd and fucked up personal view. And, I recently found out I have been accepted, I have a place for next year – I’m taking Film Studies, Art, English Lang n’ Lit and Music Technology. –

Looking back at the years I have been at Chesterfield, of course, I only see the positives and, I feel terrible, I do not want to leave!

Part of me is telling myself I am making the worst mistake of my life, leaving Chesterfield, while another is telling me how much I would hate spending another two years there, but I have made my decision and I’m going to Formby.

At Formby High, I know and love many people who go there and who are staying there next year. I love the courses at Formby High, I love the atmosphere, and I love the school itself.

However, I will miss everything about Chesterfield. Even though I complained about it relentlessly over the five years, I really, really, really will miss it and the people in our year eleven class.

Yeah, there is no real point of this essay. I just needed to say that.
Thanks Chesterfield, and year eleven for the fantastic five years.
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