Just some funky 6th century BC ceramics at the British Museum.
1. I have the fondest memories of the four years in my primary school, Senamiesčio pradinė mokykla. There I felt so safe, made my first friends and got married.

2. Even more dear were the three years at Kaunas Jesuit Gymnasium. I was part of easily the best class in the year - amazing people I came the closest to 'rebelling' with, and still see every time I go back home.


3. Having finished Year 7, at the age of thirteen I moved in 2005 with my family to London. The first nearly-eight months were spent - painfully! - school-free, as it took us a while to find a permanent home (this is when I started drawing).
Within the first few weeks of living in Neasden, my brother and I were put by the Brent council into Claremont High School. Things changed. On the first terrifying day I had to write with the class a physics test to determine the science set I'd be put in. I also spent an hour in the set 1 German class, knowing not one word in the language. And while they soon appropriately put me in set 3, for some bizarre reason I stayed in set 1 English! I no longer felt safe. For the next two and a half years I felt I was the black sheep in the herd that was the school, or - like Lithuanians say - the white crow.
4. Getting into North London Collegiate School, where I recently took that symbolic last exam (Higher Level German!) I didn't really plan for. But it happened, and there I spent my latest two years. Completely shook my academic confidence, but socially I now feel much more able. Sometimes I still wonder - did I really study here?



What a LIFE it's been, so far. The years haven't at all passed that very quickly, for I feel like I've lived for decades. And to think that in just a few months I would be writing about my first impressions of university life... Someone please wake me up!
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