Henry Cort

Ohaibloggers.

Sincerest apologies for not blogging yesterday, I had a horse and carriage to catch to my prom y’know? Just the norm.

I must say, the event was; while tacky around the edges, a truly splendiferous evening. Once you had placed a mental barricade on the ‘orange’ girls with their fluorescent pink dresses, everything was of high-class. Yes, there were people there I’m not particularly keen on but it was nice to have everyone dress up, looking their absolute best. It was difficult to bitch, an astonishing statement indeed coming from me.

The women were looking beautiful.

The men were looking handsome.

Notice my choice of words? It doesn’t feel right grouping everyone together as ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ anymore, I think we’ve grown up so much.

As Tama (who I must say, looked like someone right off the catwalk) rightly said last night, we had all grown up together. In Primary school we gain the basic social and intellectual structure, the foundations which we build upon to make our true personality. Secondary school is the place where we really evolve and mature. When I started at Secondary, I was an immature, precocious, little runt whom most detested. Now I believe I’m a mature, confident and respectable adult; or I’d like to think so anyway.

I did not get emotional but it was clear people were, as indicated by the smudged mascara (shame as the makeup was so beautiful). But it’s understandable why some did, it was like leaving home. Henry Cort felt like my home: it had seen me cry, seen me ecstatic, seen me angry, seen me breakdown; it had been my emotional crutch when I felt like shit.

And my year group felt like my siblings; yes we bickered sometimes, and yes we wanted to rip each other’s throats out at others but is that not what siblings do?

And the teachers have been our role models, our guidance throughout those 5 years. As corny and cliché as that sounds. In Year 11, I felt the teachers began opening up more and treating us more like adults. Yes, while there was still this level of respect for them, they were like friends (the majority anyway). I think they’ll be the hardest to leave. But a huge thankyou to them: for the support, patience and persistence.

And of course my friends, there’s little point in declaring my love and so-longs as I have no intentions to let them go. But I will say, you guys have been fucking great. That is all.

I think that is all I wanted to say, I’ll be shamelessly plugging this post on all the social networking sites.

Hope the exams went well.

I wish my year the best of luck in college.

And also the best of luck in the future.

And I will see you on results day!

Until next time eccentrics ♥