Certificate Afternoon Speech

Certificate Afternoon Speech

As a Year 9 on the verge of meeting those Great Confusing Scary Enemies (otherwise known as GCSEs), I was frankly terrified. The time I had been dreading since the Kent Test had finally come and I would be sitting ACTUAL exams at the end of the next two years. But with the help and support of my year group, my teachers and Miss Foord and Mrs Young, I passed through Years 10 and 11 relatively unscathed. In fact, those two years taught me to grow and challenge myself, to believe in my own abilities, to work with people whom I had never spoken to before and to appreciate the amazing range of talents within my form and year group in a way I had never had done in the lower years.

These talents came to the fore in the endless (and when I say endless, I mean endless) collective events that our year group got so whole-heartedly involved in, from Enrichment spent volunteering at the homelessness charity Catching Lives and exploring the theme of curiosity with pupils from Bridge Primary School; the Sports Leaders scheme; the joint musical production of Grease with the Langton Boys’ School; the very successful Macmillan Coffee Morning; the Poetry by Heart competition that got some brave Year 11s reciting and performing the classics; the brilliantly organised careers events including the Y10 World of Work day and Year 11 Interview afternoon; the Twelfth Night drama production; the Bronze Duke of Edinburgh award, numerous Maths Challenges; our final Sports Day; French and Spanish exchanges; Children in Need and the seasonal music concerts; the regular sports fixtures against other schools from athletics to hockey and basketball; the trip to the British Music experience at the O2, the list goes on and on. It has to be said though that the final trip to Thorpe Park was the best celebration of the past two years and a lovely way to end our time at Langton, before the hard slog of study leave and exams.

And of course Key Stage 4 gave me a treasure trove of personal memories too, which make me laugh and smile no end when I look back on them: the Canterbury Festival school poetry competitions I could enter thanks to my English teacher Mrs Gibbons; being able to support our now flourishing debate team at its very beginning in Year 10; organising the school’s own Model United Nations in Year 11; travelling to the Houses of Parliament with Raina Bardhan as part of our work for the Steve Sinnott Foundation’s Education for All programme...

...but equally spending afternoons hearing Ms Bebbs telling her possums and chickens how much she “loves repeating herself” and receiving insights into the world of everything from emulsions to diesel cars from Mrs Gaisford; deciding whether an ant counts an animal or notinScattercategories with Miss Wood’s maths class; the jibes and jokes Mr Spray somehow managed to come up with every History lesson; Food Tech practicals that felt like the final of Masterchef the Professionals; reciting the lines of the Aeneid to ourselves in a slightly insane manner and the always appreciated cake break in Latin; studying Pride and Prejudice gave the English department an opportunity to collectively fangirl over Darcy and Elizabeth, or maybe it was just Darcy; how competitive Dr Vaughn’s biology class became over a simple game of Articulate; the silence that descended on Ms D’s class when we realised that, shockingly, we would have to speak actual French (I’m sure this was the same in Spanish and German); hearing about the Geography coursework that seemed to changed perceptions of Margate forever; admiring the quality of the lamps and radios that came out of the DT block, the paintings and sculptures from Art and the clothes and hats from Textiles as I knew I could never have produced anything half as good and the mutual sympathy that we greeted each with onFriday afternoons; regardless of whether it was ICT, Expressive Arts, R.S or Music that was the culprit this time.

I think it might now be time for me to apologise to 11J for my constant nagging as one of your form captains, but I hope you enjoyed the Secret Santas nevertheless!

It was those times in lessons when the entire class was in hysterics, when we had just discovered some amazing new fact or were all groaning at the sight of test papers and then we were wishing each other good luck outside the exam hall and hugging on results day and now staying in touch in Year 12 - those were the times I most felt that I was not merely a student in the 2014 GCSE cohort to use the official term, but a lifelong member of a wonderful and unique community and more importantly a family.

Ramani Chandramohan