In England you have 3 main parts of school which are mandatory, these are infant of which the ages from 4/5-7 years old, then you have junior school which are the ages 7/8-11 and finally senior school of which you start at 11/12 years old and finish at 16 years old. As these are mandatory after you have been educated in these you have no right to be told to do any other education but have the choice to go to college or 6th form to earn more qualifications, this is normally for 2 years. After college some individuals decide they would like to go to university for a degree.
So onto my story, for me up until senior school I enjoyed school just as much as any other child. But moving into a big school is very daunting and I didn’t like the prospect especially since I struggled with the academic side of school. I was okay with art and IT skills, but when it came to english, maths and science I really struggled and it made me very anxious. We knew why I wasn’t academic as I was dyslexic and this had become apparent when I went to a private school open day and took the entry exams, which then led onto having dyslexia tests back at my infant school.
My infant and junior schools were sort of linked which meant I didn’t need to move school until senior school, I think this is why it was so daunting and scary as well however, I was also excited in certain aspects.
When it came to my first day of senior school it was brilliant but then the next day came and something just snapped in my brain and instantly said I can’t do this and I felt afraid of school, I felt crowded and overpowered by people who didn’t know anything about me or my learning needs. This then meant I was to start refusing to go to school every day, I would make the stupid excuses like I have a head ache or next door kept me up I’m so tiered and when that didn’t work I would just refuse to get out of bed or go anywhere. I didn’t talk to anyone. When they did get me into school I was fine I suppose, I put on a smile and acted like I was okay but really I just wanted to run away and cry because that school seemed so scary and evil to me because I didn’t seem to fit there standards of academia.
Days off turned into weeks off and weeks off turned into months off, my attendance was so low they were going to take legal action. The lowest my attendance got was 36.5% and the highest it got was 65.9% and even that was only because they reduced my timetable and allowed me to sit in a room on my own or in the library.
Finally the time came to leaving school and honestly I have never felt so much relief and to be honest I think the staff felt the same but I think they also thought ‘well she will be a dosser all her life’. But the time came to enrol for college and I did it I went in with the support from my closest friend and enrolled in something I would enjoy. Another daunting prospect but something that I needed a fresh start.
So few weeks later I started college and I can’t tell you what an improvement there has been, I love college. It’s a big open space with plenty off windows, I can leave when and if I want and the support I receive if perfect. It’s been a year since I started college and I haven’t missed a day of college apart from a snow day because of my disability, I get on with all my peers, I have matured as a person, I enjoy the atmosphere, I get treated like an adult and its perfect.
I have only been at that college a year and only have a year left but I don’t know how I will feel when I leave because the college has changed and helped me so much, when I started I had no confidence and I still have a long way to go but they have helped build me up, they have taught me how to help my dyslexia, they helped me get better GCSE results and have shown me what my future may be like.
So I hope who ever reads this is having a better day than yesterday and tomorrow will be better than today, well so I’ve been told. Xx Kristina xX