Class of 2012

I didn't cry at my end of year 11 assembly.

I must have been 1 of about 10 out of over 200 students who didn't, I've never felt so unsatisfied. It was a sad assembly but I knew that the majority of us would be back at the same school for sixth form. What a time to gain a realistic mind! I wouldn't usually complain about not crying but when your whole year group are walking around hugging each other and blubbing "We have to keep in touch" you feel a bit left out. Plus, an awful repercussion of not crying on the day is that I got it all a month later while watching the video of our Head of Year's goodbye speech!

I don't think I felt like I was a big part of my year group then either. I'd always thought I was someone everyone knew. Not because I was mega popular or mega uncool or anything, but I just assumed everyone knew who I was. They didn't, I just spent a lot of time in the music department so the majority of people probably just knew me as 'that girl that has a pink music case of some sort'(for anyone that ever wondered and still doesn't know, it's a violin).

I feel very differently now. I'm still not someone who every single person in my year will know, but I'm not so sure that's a bad thing any more. I am so much more connected with my year group though and that's what's important. This year, I get to help organise loads of events and various other stuff for college with some really great people, some who I may have never even have spoken to if we hadn't have decided to get involved.

Everyone always says that no one cries at the year 13 leaving assembly but I think I probably will do. All it took was one look at the year 13 photo for me to start crying the other day so I feel like it's inevitable. There are only a handful of people who I can honestly say I wouldn't be able to tell you a single memory from my time at school with them and unfortunately I can't be so nonchalant about leaving this time because how many adults do you know that still see all of their school friends?

So even though it's not until May. Dear member of my year group, If you don't know who I am, I'll be the one blubbing in the corner.
Katy xxx