Congratulations to our Year 13 who celebrated their 'Leavers Mass' with us. Our Head Boy had the following to say to his peers.
To many people, Saint John Fisher comes to mind when you say the words "John Fisher".
A martyr; a scholar: an example to all Christians.
A man who achieved a lot: and died for a noble cause.
But, to us, the words "John Fisher" mean a lot more than that.
If you were to have asked me eight years ago, when I was in Year Five, what I thought about John Fisher I’d describe it simply as Big: much bigger than my primary school.
Daunting, I didn’t know a lot about secondary schools, so I didn’t quite know what to make of John Fisher.
But the one thing I’m sure I would have said eight years ago is that joining Fisher is years away, I don’t have to worry about it now because I won’t leave primary school for years …
How time flies.
Fast forward two years to Year Seven, six years ago.
If you’d have asked me at twelve years old what I thought of Fisher, my reply then would have included the fact that the school was even bigger than I thought.
That the 6th formers are even bigger than I could have ever imagined!
And then, I’d most likely finish by bragging about my sporting prowess, that I was playing rugby for a secondary school.
The fact that it was for the E team was a point that never really needed to be mentioned.
Fast forward two years more to Year Nine, four years ago.
If you’d asked me at fourteen years old what I thought of Fisher, I could’ve spoken for hours.
From the joys of playing the glorious sport of pat ball, to the delight of being able to choose never to study French again, all the way to being blessed enough to be taught Classics by the mighty Ash.
Year Nine was truly a great year.
Fast forward a further two years to Year Eleven, only two years ago.
At sixteen years old, I was starting my GCSEs. This time you wouldn’t have had to ask me about school since the stress of doing my first ever public exams meant I’d give you an earful of what school was like.
With GCSEs approaching, my time at Fisher undoubtedly got harder.
No more time spent playing pat ball in the playground.
No more Mr Ash's soothing voice to calm me down.
Times had changed since Year Nine.
But Fisher never gave up on me.
With the exams approaching, the teachers gave me all the work and motivation I needed to go into those exam halls with all the confidence in the world.
And finally: fast forward two years. Eighteen years old. Only a month away from my first A level exam, and only a few weeks after that, my last time ever being at the John Fisher School.
And never have I felt so confident, knowing that I’ve had the best support and help possible for both preparing me for my upcoming A levels, but also for the rest of my life after that.
Because at John Fisher, we aren’t just trained to last the upcoming two weeks of exams but we’re trained for the whole of our lives, in this world and the next.
So, I’d like to thank everyone here tonight.
Thank you to all the teachers, for helping me with everything, through thick and thin.
Thank you to my parents, for helping me with all things from getting my homework done, to getting my rugby kit washed and ready, to waking me up in the mornings (especially since that all still happens to this day).
And thank you to everyone in my year that has shown up tonight. I will always remember my times at Fisher and for better or for worse, you are all like brothers to me, for life.
Once again, thank you all for listening, good luck with your exams and enjoy your evening."
Head Boy 2016