My First day at sixth-form

I was sixteen and I had to make that corresponding difficult question that every whiz had to ask themselves at my age, what am I breathing out to do after(prenominal) I got my results from my GCSEs? The twenty-four hours before I got my results I fixed to go to Westwood ST Thomas sixth-form in stead of college. I realise been at Westwood School for three years so I sen judgment of convictionnt it would be easier to go somewhere that I knew and where they knew me.GCSE results day arrived I took that pathetic five minute walk of life for the last meter of being a school girl. I got the magic envelope and opened it. I undeniable five Cs or above to do the a-levels courses as planned. I took one look at the paper and my excitement turned into disappointment. I exclusively got four Cs.After talking to a careers adviser I decided what I should do. I had chosen to under-go a one year task course that would give me enough GCSEs that I needed.I went extraneous that day feeling v ery low and disheartened that only my efforts didnt payoff. I mat like a year of my life was being taken away from me.7AM, Monday morning, my alarm was beeping in my ear, Beep, Beep, beep. I rolled everywhere and turned it off. I unwillingly thought the first day of Sixth-form of what will be of a long year.I was dragging my feet up the steep pile. A walk which was five minutes seemed like an hour. As I approached the school hill my heart was thumping in my chest. I t honest-to-god myself not to be so stupid. I had been at the school for three years scarce this time I was a student.As I walked through the gates zippo had changed The old falling apart bike sheds which faced the gates were liquid there. I could see the three main blocks, where the specialist classes were held. Yep The same old gloomy school.I got to where my tutor populate was and sat down at an empty seat. I slowly one by one analyze the people who are already settled in their seats. I didnt admit anybody. They must be from different schools. I then studied the room, a big white board in the centre of the longest breakwater and around the other walls are notice boards with nothing on then. ring the tables in the middle of the room are very old computers lined up against the wall. The decoration was an old off-white colour with paint startle to chip off the walls. The appearance and feeling was an old and depressing.I comprehend a familiar voice outside the room. It was my friend Amy. She walked in to the room and took her seat next to mine. I felt much relived that someone was in the group that I already knew.My new tutor and key instructor for the year, Mr Kendal, walked in to the room and sat down behind his big desk. He shut ind himself then made each of us in turn introduce ourselves to the group. I am not the person for speaking in crusade of a group and felt my self go very cherry with embarrassment when it got to my turn.He gave us our student planner and the timetable he went over some things that we were to do that year in the course. The time drove by so quickly. I looked at the clock and it was break time already. I had the chance to meet up with old friends and talk about what we did over the summer.When break time ended we all went back to our tutor rooms. This time I didnt know whether the sun was shinning through a different window, but I was starting to feel a bit to a greater extent well-heeled about the situation the room felt brighter, and a little more inviting.We had the tour of the school which lasted thirty minutes, and then we were allowed to go seat.The walk home seemed like the old five minutes walk down the hill. I was feeling emotionally happy and pleased with the first day. (And it wasnt the fact it simply lasted half a day).When I got home I told mum all about the day.I couldnt wait till bed time as I was exited about going back again the next day. (Even though it was an whole school assembly to meet the new Head Teacher ).As I went to sleep that night I was still very happy, I thought, this year was not going to be as bad after all.