It's not as if I actually liked school – I really didn't. I just liked getting ready for school, each year imagining how perfect it might be this time. Exercise books not yet ruined by scratchy red marks. The shiny, new, unscuffed shoes of the mind. The chance to be handed a brand-new timetable, moved up a year and given official confirmation that yes, you have grown. (Heawood, 2013b).
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.