You know the drill…. ALL names have been changed for data protection reasons unless the person has agreed to have their name used.
So secondary school was eventful to say the least. College is so much less drama, I promise. After year 11, a week after my prom I got I was pregnant with Iris… wait, I said less drama, maybe not. I started college at two months pregnant, I enrolled on Level 2 Children and Young Peoples Workforce (childcare) and I retook my maths GCSE. It certainly wasn’t what I wanted to do but I didn’t want to enrol on A-levels only to fail them because of the time I’d have to take off. As you probably know, the pregnancy was brutal. I had to take so much time off due to being in hospital and the constant sickness, so doing childcare was a smart move.
During the course I made a few friends but it wasn’t anything major, just a few people to get me through the year without being alone, I guess. I’m in contact with only one of them still, Kay. She’s amazing. Definitely one of those friends you can not see for months and everything still be the same when you next see them. She stuck by me when I was going through the pregnancy and even after, literally one of the only friends who made an effort with me after I had Iris.
I had Iris in the April of 2018 so I was about to sit my maths GCSE. I knew for a fact I would not pass, absolutely no chance with the amount of time I had off. On top of the time I had off I went into the exam with a virus, an allergic reaction to penicillin, sleep deprivation and I had just given birth. So in the summer before I got my results back I did my placement days at a nursery hoping I’d be able to pass childcare in the allotted time frame but I had absolutely no hope, unlike my teachers.
I got my results back in the August. I went in with Iris in the pram and Lewis by my side, ready to cry over the fact I had failed. I saw my maths teacher, no expression on her face and I thought ‘fuck’. I looked at the sheet and felt a huge smack on my back, my maths teacher was beaming with happiness, I had passed. Passing isn’t a big achievement, not by any means, but all the shit I had gone through, this meant I could finally do my a levels. I had mentally prepared myself for not being able to do a levels and I had planned to continue with childcare or look into hair & beauty so this came as a massive shock.
All in one year I had a baby, passed childcare, passed maths and enrolled on law, sociology and history a level. To me, the year of 2018 was the year of Megan. After all the shit I had been through this was an amazing achievement to me. I was finally on track to doing what I wanted to since the beginning, the things I had ruled out because I had a baby and I wasn’t smart enough to do, I was finally doing.
I’ve had so many questions about this and I was planning to keep it on the down low but clearly everyone needs to know. The police had an informal conversation with ‘Martin’ and told him that I had paused the case but I was likely to continue it in the near future. They wanted to get as much detail as possible off of him and he admitted to everything. He lives far away from me now so I won’t be seeing him any time soon luckily. Next time I’ll see him will be in a court room.