2016-2017 School Year Recap + Thoughts on Moving Schools

(Ugh, I was planning on writing this post right after the school year wrapped up, but here I am, a week and a half away from the beginning of the school year just starting to write this. #productiveblogger)

Yes, I’m moving schools… AGAIN. Yay… I think? I don’t even know anymore. I’m excited, scared, nervous, and dying with happiness. It’s confusing.

I’m going to just pour my heart out to you guys and just talk about everything that’s been going through my head at the moment.

(This is a pretty long post, sorry in advance)

I’ll give you guys a bit of a backstory just so you have context. I was at this really shitty school (thought I should mention that all of these were private schools, in case you were wondering) for 6 years (UGH!), then moved to my -now- old school, and stayed there for 3 years, and now I’m moving to another school, which is supposedly the best school in my city (YAY). I moved from my first school because of bullies and just plain shittiness, and now I’m moving to this new school because…. Well, I got the opportunity to, so why not upgrade?

This last school year was the best one I’ve had, even though there were some really shitty parts, as you can tell from my back-to-school anxiety posts (you can read the first one here, and the second one here). I made some really close friends and got closer to the ones I already was close to.

My grades were super high, and I loved all my classes (the subjects, not the people) and teachers (except you, Ms. Salma. I hated your guts and still do). I think I talked about this before, but I ended up changing my class halfway through the second semester because the people were just so… I don’t think there’s a word to describe how horrible they were.

This school was following the British program, and I was super excited to experience the whole GCSE program thing. I was 100% planning on staying at that school until I graduated, but… Yeah, that didn’t end up happening.

In late March/early April, I told my parents that I wanted to apply for this new school. We’ve applied around 5 times (my mom’s been trying ever since I was in kindergarten), but they either 1) didn’t have room for new students or 2) didn’t accept the school I was in (they only have a short list of schools they allow to apply, and the shitty school was not on the list), so I didn’t expect much to come out of this application.

My mom went to the school and asked for an application form, and they surprisingly gave it to her, which meant they have space for new students. That was the first good sign.

We filled out the form and gave it to them, and this was when the (first) miracle happened. THEY CALLED AND SAID I COULD COME IN FOR AN ENTRANCE EXAM! AHHHHHH!

I was super excited at this point, but I was also really stressed because I had a TON of exams around that time…. Which, in turn, meant that I couldn’t study for the entrance exam as much as I wanted to.

Fast forward to the day of the exam. It was super easy, but I didn’t do as well as I could, which really put me in a ‘they’re not going to accept me’ mood.

Because they told us they’ll call in a week or so, we weren’t really expecting a call THE NEXT DAY! I was napping because I suddenly got super sick so my mom couldn’t tell me straight away.

When I woke up, I checked my phone, and I had like 10 messages all saying ‘congrats’. I was confusing but I later put one and two together and figured out that I got accepted into my dream school.

If you know me, then you probably guessed I’d be crying by now. And you’d be correct.

That’s great and all, but this school is super different from the school I thought I was going to spend the rest of my high school ‘life’ in.

Some of the pros:

  1. The campus is AMAZING! They have a beautiful library (legit the first thing I checked out on their site), a huge auditorium, roomy classes, state of the art labs, etc etc.
  2. It’s an IB school, which will a) look awesome on my college application and b) will grow my knowledge drastically because it’s such a challenging curriculum.
  3. They have awesome classes! I’m super excited to try new things, like Spanish (I’ve been taking French all my schooling life), business, phycology, culinary arts etc.
  4. I only have 3 Arabic periods every cycle (they don’t have the normal Mon-Fri week, they have days 1-8 -not counting the weekends-), which is AMAZING! Because I’m absolute shit at Arabic.
  5. I get a fresh start. Almost no one knows me there (I’ll talk about this in the cons as well)

Some of the cons:

  1. I have to participate in PE to graduate from high school. I hate PE if you didn’t know. I can deal with jogging and shit, but swimming is a no for me. (I’m not 100% sure if you have to swim) I don’t want to wear anything that even shows the silhouette of my body to people. I really don’t know how I’m going to deal with that. Ugh, I get anxious just thinking about it.
  2. I have to take performing arts. I’m awkward as hell, not to mention I have really really bad stage fright so this will be the death of me.
  3. Thier uniform consists of a maxi skirt, which I’m not excited about. I’m more of a leggings type of person.


Much love, Rawan 🖤 …