Student's Speech at Certificate Afternoon

Student's Speech at Certificate Afternoon

Where to start, I suppose at the beginning is traditional… With my hair scraped back, oversized uniform draped over me, unnecessarily enormous bag on my back, incomprehensible school map in hand I was the stereotypical Year 7. Suddenly the little fish in the big pond compared to the all-powerful Year 6 I had once been, I began my journey in to secondary school. Years 7, 8 and 9 were such formative years for all of us; making friends, understanding how to organise our work and time, learning how to catch a bus without running like a crazed women to the front of the school from period six and importantly learning to believe in ourselves and our abilities. Events such as Bushcraft, TreeJumpers and dancing for Lepra bringing us ever closer together as a year whilst learning the essential skill of applying sun cream at Bushcraft.

The changes I have personally gone through intellectually, emotionally and even cholesterolly, considering the amount of cake I’ve eaten in my time here, have all been down to Langton and the sheer support and help that it’s given me over the last 5 or 6 years. And even though many of you have moved on to other schools or colleges I think we can all safely say that we’ve had our fair share of laughs, cries, learning curves and good times, we all have friends that we’ll keep in touch with, teachers we’ll remember and good times we’ll still laugh at.

Year 8 is a year that really stands out for me as a year of happy memories; from the mouldy draw to Miss D telling us all to bite a pencil and keep smiling, I really began to feel like I’d become a member of the community that is Simon Langton. Leaving my form behind in year 8 to join a new one was somewhat of an emotional experience mainly because of the ardent attachment I had to Pankhurst and that quite frankly all the other forms just weren’t as brilliant. Little did I know I was to be greeted by a group of just as lovely girls and start even more friendships, being helped through everything by my form tutor Miss Creaney or was it Kate Middleton? I always forget. 

Then of course the emotive and poignant Battlefield’s Trip, despite my other memories being the bus breaking down and eating my body weight in sugar. In a way that represents Langton quite well; the building might be falling down but we still have cake sales! But what it really shows is that what’s inside the school is far more important; charitable, caring, friendly and hardworking girls that really did make my lower school years here an amazing time. Another thing that will be engrained in my memory of Langton is the dance evenings, partly due to my inability to dance but mainly because of the exciting atmosphere, incredible amount of makeup, tasteful outfits (yes 9A I’m talking about our leotards!) but most importantly the talent and amazing achievements that went along with them.

The sponsored walk has always been a source of great enthusiasm across all the years at Langton but we have proved ourselves, year after year, extremely adept at dressing up. From Red Indians, Smurfs and Mr Men to even cave women and Mario and Luigi, I think we all deserve medals for the effort we’ve put in with our costumes and not to mention of course for the huge amounts of money collected for our chosen charities.

How could I forget sports day? Such a huge demonstration of how gifted… and competitive we are as a school and year. I remember distinctly huge amounts of tension regarding the relay at the Year 10 sports day- congratulations Nightingale you beat us..! From cheering our fellow house members on, to smothering ourselves in the appropriate colour paint the Langton Sports Day was always such a thrilling event that I’ll cherish. Even if I only won the javelin because Niamh was ill! But it’s not about the winning is it, it’s about the taking part and I really have loved “taking part” in Langton these last 5 years.

Felicity Gush