Here's To My Teachers.

The day has finally come. Thursday, I did my last exam, and yesterday I went to school one last time to help out in Sports Day. I was classed as a teacher though and spent the day with my favourite staff in the school; the PE department and my English teacher. It was the best day I have ever had at my school and for the first time ever, I felt sad that I was leaving because I was going to miss the teachers so much.

Those teachers are somthing special.

Being in year 13 has one huge bonus; you can be friends with your teachers. They help you, are understanding, respect goes both ways and you can get to know the teachers as they get to know the pupils properly... Not just as students but as people. You can have a laugh, be friends with them, talk to them about anything, trust that the other won't go and tell everyone else anything that has been said.

Yesterday, I went to help out in Sports Day as I said, and I went to sit with all the teachers as I was the only sixth former helping out and one of my three PE teachers said "don't worry, she's one of us", and they carried on being as they would with fellow teachers - they would never act that way infront of students, but I was classed as a teacher for the day and I saw a new side to them all. A side that I absolutely love.

I spent the morning with the PE department who I've been quite close with since the beginning of my senior school life because I've always loved PE. All the teachers in the PE department are amazing and I had a good chat with a couple of them and a really good laugh while helping to run some field events in sports day. Then in the afternoon, I spent the afternoon with my favourite teacher ever, my English Language teacher, choosing the music that should be put on and teasing him for his bizarre music taste.

He's one of my favourite people, my (ex) English Language teacher. Not just out of the teachers but out of everyone. He'll never realise how much of a difference he's made to my life over the past couple of years. For teachers that go the extra mile, who try their best to keep everyone happy, do a good job and be friends with their pupils who seem like they actually care who we are, how we are and how we do. I'm going to seriously miss his lessons, his passing comments, his praise, his humour, the looks he gives, his company, him in general. I don't think anyone will be able to motivate me as well as he could. I have so much respect and admiration for people with the patience, ability, understanding and caring to be a really good teacher... I have so much respect and admiration for him.

"Change lives. Become a teacher." That couldn't be more true, for my teachers - especially my A2 teachers - have changed my life, they've had such a huge impact on me and my life and no-one will ever understand just how grateful I am.


Last night, we went into town to celebrate because our exams had finished. It was awesome night.
I drink to my teachers.
The people that have taught me, been there for me and changed me for the better. The people that have had a huge impact on my life and yet they'll probably never realise quite how much. The people who got me through the most difficult year of my life to date, and even helped me to enjoy it - and maybe even get some decent grades out of it in the end.
I thank them. Here's to them.
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