I was six when I first went into foster care, and I thought it would be like Annie, with Miss Hannigan! I had never been to school that much, except for Fridays when a social worker would come along to make sure we were going, but even then me and my sister tried to get out of it. However, now I actually don’t mind going, as I have a lot of really nice friends and I love most of the lessons, especially chemistry where we can blow up things! And I am doing alright in other subjects as I am in the top set for a lot of lessons.
Sue, my foster carer, explained to me from the very beginning how important getting an education was and how it could give me choices and change my life for the better when I grow up. In Year 6, she encouraged me to enter for the 11-plus, as she believed I was capable, though my teacher disagreed. My social worker Andrea also supported me all the way as well. Having only 10 weeks to prepare for the exam, Sue provided me with a tutor and I had some lessons on the weekend using workbooks with Sue.
I was really pleased with myself for getting into a grammar school, but mostly I am proud of getting my mum and my nan to be proud of me. I can’t remember one time I made them proud, and I found out that I had passed my 11-plus the day I saw my nan, which made it more special.
I like all the presents I get at Christmas and on my birthday; I get three sets of them. Off my nan and my aunties and uncles, off my mum and brothers and sisters and then off my foster carer. But I also really enjoy the holidays we go on, I love going abroad!
Although I know I will always love and miss my family, I now know that I would never have come this far if I had stayed living in my old lifestyle. Sue, my foster carer and her two daughters have helped me to believe in myself.
Probably the worst thing about being in foster care is when you miss your mum. You can’t always ring her for comfort and you can’t always see her when you want a big hug, but you can always ask your foster carer for comfort.
Being in foster care, it’s just exactly the same as being with your family. It is normal to be a bit shaky or a bit scared at first, I was, but you soon get used to it. After a while you hardly even think about yourself being in care, it just feels like home.