At the start I found it very difficult to make friends, and frankly I didn't even try. I replied to everyone in a hostile way, finding them annoying, and at breaks I always sat at the back with a notebook, writing and drawing, getting annoyed every time someone came to me. I was a very cold-hearted person. Things didn't improve, I hated school, and even considered some days to be ''curses''- Tuesday and Thursday, since they were the days I had P.E I was rude, I was happy on the days I was sick and every time somebody asked me a question I snapped at them. I found everything about them annoying, and I was a horrible person in general. Year 11s often asked me what year I was in, what my name was, but that's what they do to Year 7s I guess. I was shy, isolated, and this caused my grades to soar to levels I never thought I was capable of. Exceptionally high, but it came with a cost- I lacked the ability to be happy.I became incredibly indecisive, growing apart from a best friend I had for 7/8 years...
Then I started getting sick. Stomach aches became even more frequent, but I shook it off as just a virus. They kept coming back, but I endured lessons with agonising stomach aches and pain, I was on the verge of crying, and did skip some days because of that. I had an awful pain in my toe which stopped me from walking properly days before my last day of Year 7 which came with awful stomach aches. One time in assembly I had a terrible stomach ache since I woke up, and it hurt so much I ended up closing my eyes and looking down, it hurt so much I was shaking... a girl who I thought hated me noticed and helped me to the medical room... I'm so grateful, and turns out she didn't hate me after all...
Those final weeks of Year 7 were painful ones. Pain so intense I can't describe it properly. My last day was a Tuesday. I forced myself to walk with the toe pain, survived lessons, I couldn't even make it home from the bus stop so my dad picked me up. On Thursday I went to the doctor and they had a blood test done. The next day, they said there was something wrong with my liver. I was worried. I spent 7 hours in A&E and got admitted into hospital.
I didn't come back to school. I missed a month of term time and there was a portion of the holidays I couldn't even go out.
In hospital I started this blog. It details some of my journey.
I ended up missing school so badly.
I was so glad to come back to school. Everyone made me two big cards with their signatures, and I got a card from my head of year ;]
I was so happy, and so far Year 8 is a good one. People noticed I got more positive.
Yes, I was confused as hell in my first week xD
I feel I missed something, and if that's the case that will be another post.
Anyway, here are 10 tips for surviving Year 7!
- Don't be shy! Everyone is the same age as you, perhaps younger, so talk! Someone will like you!
- Don't be hostile. Be open and friendly with everyone.
- Introduce yourself to everyone and give them a chance to talk!
- Get all your homework done. I find it easier to do at school (not the period before it's due though, haha)
- Don't wander off by yourself- try to socialise! There will be people like you!
- Adhere to rules. Detentions are not worth your time XD
- Don't take risks to be cool. If that's the case, they're not worth your time.
- You don't wanna go hungry. You don't. Eat lunch every day, and make sure you eat a snack at break. HAVE BREAKFAST!!!
- Older years treating you unfairly? Stand up! If they appear outraged and stare at you, it's a good sign XD Just don't insult them, just stand up for the right thing :)
- Don't spend too much time on schoolwork
Phew, this was a tiring post to make :)
