My Story (Part 2)

The problem with going to a school of excellence, is that there is a certain expectation to deliver. At the beginning I turned up every morning, my bag jam packed with text books and extra pages of homework, my top button was tightly done up and my tie was exactly six stripes long. I'd do anything to get a "credit" which, looking back on it, was not the greatest reward. Hours of work for a piece of writing in a book? Which we throw away after a term? Seemed great at the time though, and I remember my pride on receiving certificate after certificate for each 25 credits or one Merit that I received.

But for the Good prizes, there is always the bad. "Sanctions". At eleven that word terrified me, and walking home from school having received my first ever one I was practically in tears "Acting like a dog in the yard (Barking)" Was scrawled on my sanctions page in blue biro, even then I thought it was a stupid sanction. Barking? Surely people were doing a lot worse than that? But my planned out excuses and arguments crumbled around me as I whimpered to my mum "I got a sanction today" It was one of those moments. I waiting for the shouting, but instead, the worst punishment came "Oh." Said my mother, and she just looked at me.

The disappointment punishment oh lord, it's always a million times worse than a weeks worth of hoovering and washing up. I almost wanted her to ban me from watching telly, anything except that blasted hurt face. But no, I got the hurt face, I got that quite a lot once I joined Askes.

*Part 2.....hahahaha its gonna take me about three years to post it all*