7L2

7L2. My new year seven tutor group that I get to look after. Contrary to what I thought about the year 7’s, most of them were really small and kind of sweet actually. I didn’t meet one that I thought was going to be a handful in the near future. They were all really nice, especially the tutor I looked after, and I was nice to them. And get this, the boys in the tutor that I spoke to were really nice and sweet, not like the (excuse me) dicks in my year. I just wanted to go down to their level, look them in the eye and tell them not to change, not to turn into the dicks we have in Year 10. And surprise surprise, who did I meet once I started walking home? One of the dicks that just proved my point with everything that he said.

So all in all, my tutor group are really nice, I helped them find their lockers, helped them put everything into their log books, got Connor his gum shield and calculator, took James to the nurse for his blood testey thing, and took them to their one and only lesson. And that’s were it went wrong, I had a group of people that I took to Tech, I went into the Quad, into the main block, then into he tech block and then into the next Tech block where I dropped off the girl in my group. Then I looked around the corner with the three boys, and T9 wasn’t there. So I asked my friend Sophie and she just laughed at me and said, ‘Katie it’s back in the Quad’. Oh my God, I was so embarrassed. I had to take the boys all the way back to where we’d just come from. The nice thing was though they were really nice about it and didn’t mind at all, one of them just spoke to me about getting a cycle permit. They didn’t take the mick or mind at all which was really sweet.

So, just thought I’d tell you about my little tutor group, who are very nice and sweet. 7L2.

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Year 7’s.

Year 7.
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We’ve all been there, the year where we go from being top of the school to bottom. The year everyone’s blazers are too big and everything is too smart to start with. The year cliques start. The year all those ‘games’ that were played in primary are deemed not cool. The only year skirts are of an acceptable length. The year everyone finds their place. The year everything changes.

The year I’m going to be in charge of tomorrow.

Yes, I’m going to be ‘looking after’ the new Year 7’s tomorrow. I can’t believe what I have gotten myself into. I have to meet them in the quad, take them to assembly and then stay with them in their tutors all day until I take them to their one and only lesson at 2:05 and then go home. Exciting.
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I mean I cannot contain my excitement, when I got the letter, asking for my help well, let’s just say I was screaming…with excitement…not anger…

FLIP SIDE!
Yes, I’ve been trying to look on the flip-side of things. So I am now looking at it as I won’t be looking after them. I will be putting them in their place. At the bottom. Now I am sorry to any Year 7’s out there but it’s true, Year 7’s are at the bottom of the school. We’ve been getting quite a few cocky Year 7’s, I mean, they get cockier and cockier. hehe, cockier.

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Year 7’s. They always get bullied by Year 8, because well, it happened to the Year 8’s the year before. That’s just the way it works, like a tradition. So tomorrow I am going to sus out the cocky ones. I mean, I won’t be mean but you see, some Year 7’s are just SO ANNOYING. They need to know that they’re not the head of the school anymore.

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So in conclusion, Year 7’s. Be nice, but make sure they know the don’t own the school anymore. You have to work your way up. I shall be nice because it’s nerve racking, your first day, but if they step out of line…they will be put in their place.

(I’m very sorry if anyone was offend by this. I did not mean to offend anyone. And if you’re starting Year 7, it’s not scary, really. Just don’t be too cocky or step put of line. xx)