A fantastic finale to our time at Furze Platt, the Prom did one especially brilliant thing: it cleared the air. In the dying days of Year 13, the usual strong sense of community had somewhat collapsed. Tonight, though, it was very much alive and well.
“I arrived at Furze Platt as an unhappy little boy: truth be told, I didn’t really want to be here. I’d said goodbye to my favourite teachers; some of my best friends had gone to other schools; and – worst of all – I’d forgotten my packed lunch. Seven years later, I’ll be leaving as a truly content young men, thanks to a wealth of experiences offered to me by the school.”
A frighteningly fast year on from my own Year 12 Parents’ Information Evening, I’ve sat two batches of exams, helped with the school’s 50th birthday celebrations, and been made Head Boy. And it’s in...
Every Sunday night, around this time, I quietly sit alone and reflect on the week that is ending. The conversations I’ve had, jokes I’ve been told, things I’ve read, videos I’ve seen, radio I’ve listened to. All that kind of thing. Here I share a link to webpage that made me smile.
It is with great delight that I can now reveal that I’ve been made Furze Platt’s Head Boy for the next twelve months. I now look forward to a year fulfilling the role’s duties to the very best of my ability.
I was delighted to be nominated to receive a Subject Prize at my school’s annual Celebration Evening this year – but slightly baffled as to ‘Why me?’. You see, of the eleven subjects I...
At the helm of the all-new school newspaper, I’ve just finished the first edition of this academic year.
Having signed off the last pieces of paperwork and ‘registered’ at the enrolment event on Monday, today was my first day as a Sixth Form student.