I am going to track down the year 12s who are coming into my house and lecture them. Then go find the year 7s in my house and be nice to them, as I already lectured them today.

I really wish someone warned me this time last year that A levels are different, and I mean really really different. Alongside difficult. I wish someone had explained that it’s easier to revise as you go, the teachers are just as strict and they don’t care WHY you’re wearing blue jeans or have a nose stud in, they just want it changed. And henceforth I am going to explain this to the year 12s and also convince them that being a House Captain or prefect is amazing, being that it is such a good thing to put on your UCAS personal statement or any CV and isn’t as hard as people assume. You just make other people do things for you. (I’m mainly blogging this so I remember).

Today I informed a class full of bewildered year 7s that “I am in charge” and think I may have terrified them! Continued into a rant about what my job is, how I want to make sure they’re all happy, and how if they see me in the corridor and I look moody because I’m taking 4 A2 levels and have endless folders they are allowed to approach me and ask me anything at all as after all, I’m here to help them settle in. Then I attempted to look friendly, which I fear I never do and left them all looking bewildered at the crazy sixth former.