I think it’s possible, too, though I can’t say I loved all my schools. I went to four different ones, and I only truly loved one. I loved everything about it. It was tiny, and the teachers were very authentic. They made me feel safe, because they just seemed interested. When the holidays started, we would be told to be sensible, watch out for cars, and get back safely. The teachers paid attention to our behaviour outside of school, too, and would address any bullying or dangerous behaviour they heard about.
The kids were from all over the world, and lots of them didn’t know any English when they first came. The teachers managed to tailor lessons to each specific kid, as well as create a fun and colourful environment. We had housepoints and a weekly school assembly, both of which helped keep up the school spirit. The teachers had a sense of humour, too. On our birthdays, the two male teachers would grab kids by the arms and legs, proceeding to lift them into the air once for every year of their age. Instead of an emergency exit, we had a slide protruding from the school hall window!
Funnily enough, there is no other school that even comes close in my ranking. I feel like I got half my set of morals from that one school, and none from any of my other schools. I only spent one year at that perfect school, but I had a lovely time. My self-respect improved drastically, too, because all the teachers at that school knew how to make a child feel proud of herself. I wrote a few good poems and essays during my time there, and every time, I was immediately sent to the principal to show him my work and get praised.
It may have to do with the fact that I didn’t know any English when I started at that school. I learned an insane amount of new words every day, as well as the sentence structure and pronunciation. Sometimes, a challenge will really bring out the best in a child.