Liberton High School

4th year (by years i will mean S years. so 4th year = S4.) almost 5th. it has been mostly stress and there are only a few really nice teachers. I always felt scared to go to the office for anything I might have needed as office staff are intimidating and demeaning. I was once yelled at for calling my dad mid panic attack instead of going to them. Also, Food was half decent like 2 years ago. (that was the last time I ate there)

I'd also like to note that they refuse to push you until 3rd year then push 5 years of missed content in s3 and s4.

Their mental health support is also abismal. I need to listen to music to help with anxiety. it took almost a year to get it adjusted so I can listen to music without being told off.

The only thing that is worse than their mental health support is their anti-bully helping. I am regularly harrased and punched and yet nothing in the 4 years here have changed even AFTER telling guidence like I was told I should multiple times. At this point, I have fully accepted that I will never feel safe in this school for the few years that I will probably stay here.

TL;DR:
- Food is mid.
- Only few teachers that felt like they wanted to teach me.
- The ammount of learning a year is a damn bell-curve.
- Crap mental support.
- Crap help with bullying.

please talk to kids when going through high school as it is being a harder and harder times.

(this was written while the new building is being built. some of these points might change after it is finished in the next who knows how many years)

Staff good. Some nice pupils but lots were truly horrible. Lots of bullying. Maybe it has changed since then - don't know.

“The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall”- Nelson Mandela

Upon entering these halls a peculiar creature lunges at me, bearing its fangs. Sporting a north face™️ Hoodie and an ego larger than himself, he desperately clung to my leg, “ching chong ching chong” it screamed, like an alarm clock. It was evident these primitive creatures had rejected evolution as a whole.

Second period. A chav rammed my head into the wall, he too, sporting a Nike hoodie. He used language that surpassed the human understanding, I can only assume what he had uttered out of his inferior mind “Please forgive me, for I see you have far exceeded my own intelligence, I can’t even begin to comprehend the wealth of your wits”.

Break time. A jolly fat man strolled down the halls, no semblance to Santa whatsoever. More akin to Krampus the Christmas Demon, or perhaps Satan if hamburgers had been a commodity in hell. If lard was embodied as a human on this unholy earth, I had seen him.

I had sheltered in the budget-friendly confines of a cubicle, though that was not sufficient to unburden me of the allure of the Devil’s Lettuce. Nor could my good conscience ignore the matter at hand; a rodent, perhaps the primeapes I had bore witness to earlier, scuttled under my feet.

The bell rang, dooming me to eternal suffering.

How ever will I survive?