Broken Boy

University was something that I never really struggled with, in fact, school was something that I never really struggled with. All the way through primary school I was always sat front and centre, I always did my homework as soon as I got home. I was the kid that would follow the teacher around on playground duty just to talk about future projects. High school was much the same thing. I was always the first person to enter the classroom and the last one to leave. I always got straight A’s and was in just about every extracurricular activity group possible. I never found the work load that hard to deal with, it was something that was normal to me and I guess I carried that attitude through to university. First year teaching was a breeze, in fact it was hardly any different to the work they gave me in my last couple of years in high school, well at least that was how it felt for me; so to finish top of all of my classes was not really a surprise for me. Second year was a little harder, nothing I couldn’t handle, but needless to say there were still a fair few late night reading sessions and last minute submissions of assignments. My third and current year was going smoothly, I was a little ahead of where we currently were so I was comfortable with everything and there was nothing that was going to get in my way of finishing on top.