True Friends or Peer Pressure
Before I started High School I was apprehensive but I had high hopes of what my new chapter of schooling would be like as my primary school days had been pretty plain sailing, I naturally assumed high school would be the same but it was far from it. During the first two to three years I enjoyed my studies and made some friends but a girl I was friends with in primary school started to bully me, no matter what I did she was always furious with me. I did everything I could to avoid her and eventually one of my other friends helped me distance myself from the bully and her entourage.
Looking back, this was the beginning of my slippery slope with my studies as I gradually became more distracted and also distant. I didn’t realise at the time but I felt a need to be accepted and liked within a group of friends and at that time I just didn’t feel I was liked or accepted. As I went into the third year I began to spend time with other people from my classes and thought that they were my friends but before I knew it and as I approached my GCSE’s I tried smoking, I was bunking off lessons and even tried drinking (doing any of these at 14/15/16 years of age is definitely not a good idea). I am not blaming anyone for my actions but I now look back and it was a prime example of peer pressure and definitely not friendship.
The most important time in school – GCSE’s!
My behaviour continued into and during my GCSE’s so needless to say I didn’t revise very much which more than reflected in my results. On the day of getting my GCSE results I dreading waking up and having to go to school because before seeing what the results were I knew deep down I wouldn’t have done well, I already felt embarrassed and knew I could have done much better. Sure enough when I opened my results I hadn’t done as well as I could have and I was awarded a variety of grades – none of which were the straight A’s my parents and some of my teachers had expected of me. It’s worth mentioning that my poorest GCSE results were subjects where I didn’t gel with the teacher which I felt and still feel speaks volumes.
When I told my dad the results I will never forget the look of frustration, disappointment and the words from my dad – ‘you’ll never get a really good job with those GCSE’s’, and at the time I agreed with him and in that moment I realised I had to mature and it would be a long journey ahead.
Life after education
Following my GCSE’s, I tried sixth form, college, part time jobs and a variety of full time jobs all of which have helped me realise what makes me happy even though some of them were unsuccessful ventures. My twenties/early thirties have been a bit of a roller coaster but I finally feel satisfied with where I am and my future plans. Despite the disappointing GCSE’s I now have a level 5 qualification in HR management which I studied with my job and around working full time which was really tough but I persevered and at the age of 33 I am now on the highest salary I’ve ever had, I have managed to afford my dream car (don’t get too curious it’s a Mercedes not a Ferrari!) and have just bought a house with my boyfriend and we’re also making plans for next year. I know this sounds a little too peachy and dare I say it – materialistic, but I do believe if you work hard and affording nice things makes you happy then do what makes you happy. I like to try to keep balance, for example if I can buy something nice then I try to help or give to charity, it makes me feel like I’m sharing a bit of love and luck that I have received over the years. I do still have plans to follow ambitions I’ve always had but on the day I got my GCSE results I never thought or dreamt I would be where I am today.
All of that aside whatever results anyone gets, there’s always room for growth, improvement, development and you can turn things around if that is what you ultimately wish to do.
I would love to read/hear if anyone else has had an experience like mine and managed to turn things around?