How did you feel upon leaving school?

overall feeling I recall was sadness - I had enjoyed my time there and new I would eventually disconnect from many - we were also a co-ed school so missing the girls was part of that - one I briefly had a romance with and then parted - looking back ???- ah well - most of us disengaged of course eventually

- old pal who welcomed me into the school as a new incomer from elswhere had supported my entry - became good friends and then eventually much later in working life departed/emigrated to Canada and then 20 years later died in a head on car collision - I visited his grave/plaque on a visit there and all I could murmur was " ya a long way from home lad - long way from home - and that was the end of a long friendship and era! - I often wander who deals the cards ????
 
I was sad on graduation day of high school because I knew for the most part our lives would not cross paths again. I always liked the song "To Sir With Love". I had some good teachers throughout my many years of school and knew I'd miss them also.
 
I was very unhappy in elementary and high school. When I finally got to college, I felt free and happy. The world definitely opened up for me. I had attended religious school and so much seemed silly, inane and dogmatic, all the time. I loved learning about the world as I experienced it and knew that all was possible if I worked hard.
 
I hated school with a vengeance. I was left-handed and dyslexic and always had problems trying to keep up, even though I was always in the top class for my year. By the time I reached 14 and the third year of secondary school (which I think is about year 9 in the UK or more or less the equivalent in the US) I became so school phobic that I began to stay at home one day a week on odd occasions. By the fourth year it was every week, and since that time I've always associated leaving home in the morning with some kind of unpleasantness. So much so that now I'm almost agoraphobic.

Leaving school the day after we returned from Easter break in 1966 was such a relief for me. I was fifteen and a half, and suddenly I was no longer a schoolchild, but now a working man, and although the first few years were not particularly inspirational, I've managed to live and learn along the way at my own pace. So much so that I even managed to get a degree as a mature student in my mid 20's, and that has stood me in good stead ever since.
 
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