Monday, 18 August 2014


The sun has once again started to shine and the rain has decided to take a holiday, I should be thrilled, the trouble however is it's now time to go back to school. This is the time every teenager has been dreading for the last week, or will be when their alarm clock goes of at 6 am tomorrow morning.

For me I am not dreading going back and doing the work, I am not dreading the early mornings or even walking up and down stairs all day. I was asked how I feel about going back for my 6th year and all I can say is "fine". "Fine" as in 'Don't know'. Why? Because I know that when I go back there is every chance me having an episode in the hall, walking down the stairs or even sitting working in a class room. That isn't so bad, or at least it wouldn't if I knew what exactly people think when they seem me crying.

So when I say I am fine with going back. I really mean, I am afraid of what I don't know. I don't know how it will work. I don't know if I will manage to stay, with people already talking of pulling me out of school again. I don't know how these episodes keep happening, no matter how many people ask me.

School brings enough problems for teenagers, but for those who have other things to deal with on top of grades, tests, hormones and puberty, school becomes all the more daunting.

So I guess the question is this, when does it all become to much? and how do you know when to quit?

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