Four years....FOUR...That's 38 months, 1090 days, 7630 hours, 4 summers, 4 Easters, 4 Christmases 16 lessons, 167 exams, 23 different teachers and 111 different classmates.... But I'm finally out of there!!!
A lot has happened in four years, there have been ups and many downs. I've lost friends, some who I will never see again without even having the chance to say goodbye, others, we have had stupid fights and now we don't talk. I've battled eating disorders, panic attacks, anxiety, depression, bullying and abuse...But guess what? I made it, I made it through the dark tunnel and am now out the other side.
And along the way I made new friends, I've laughed, I've cried: I've won, I've lost; I've been happy, I've been sad; I've been helped, I've been hurt; I've helped, I've been let down; But most of all I've lived and I've learnt valuable lessons, all of which I will carry with me until the end of my journey.
Four years, going into the same building, sitting through the same lessons, some you rather enjoy, others were bearable, then you have those you could have done without and dreaded. A bit like the teachers, you had 3 or 4 that cared and then 19 others who couldn't give a damn, who would constantly tell you they don't care if you pass or fail cause they get paid the same. No pride in their job what so ever.
Classmates... Wow, what a bunch of misfits we were and it seemed to get worse every year!! As the weeks went on I found it harder to trust people: Everyone was at each others throats, picking on one an another, the fights and arguments were constant. There were HUGE clashes of opinion, so I learnt to keep my mouth shout, keep my opinion to myself and only trust a handful of friends.
The teachers at my old school weren't very helpful when I asked about college; their answers was always "Don't do it, you're not clever enough and you'll just embarrass yourself". That made me more determined to not only go to college but to pass and prove to them I'm not stupid.
I went into college not having a clue what I was getting myself into. Ending up way out of my depth, fighting demons in my head, voices telling me I was never going to be good enough. I slowly got the hang of it. I taught myself how to get through those days where you could so easily give up, to refuse to lose and to keep going , it didn't matter if I wasn't the best, the prettiest, the most clever or the skinniest. I just had to keep moving forward, I just had to survive.
College is like a marathon, if you go in thinking it's a 100m sprint you won't reach the finish line. But if you pace yourself, taking it one day at a time, one lesson at a time you'll be able to reach that finish line, you'll be exhausted but you'll get there. After four years of shire pressure and stress I've finally finished my marathon and I'm proud of what I've managed to achieve and overcome.
Now I've been set free, let out into the big wide world. I still have lots of vital lessons to learn but everyday I'm that one step closer. How do I sum up the last four years? A ROLLER COASTER OF A LIFETIME!! One that's made me a stronger person, One with a happy ending.
