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Dear Headteacher,

I hope this letter finds you in high hopes and great spirits. Firstly, I would like to express my
gratitude for the opportunity to express my views on the proposed program of museum
visits for our year group. As a student, I appreciate the school’s efforts to provide us with
engaging and diverse educational experiences, but museums? I do not feel that these are a
viable option and am thereby of the opinion that the program of visits is not a good idea.

Firstly, Museums are not for young people anymore. Museums have changed now – not only
do you have to pay but visitors are treated like prison inmates that must abide by the strict
rules. Are museums worth it? Are they worth our time? I mean, we can learn much more in
school. Not only is time wasted in waiting in long queues but there is also sadly limited
context provided for each display. Although, as stated by a senior student, Taylor Parker, this
could serve as a method for stress relief. Yes, I agreed but is this the best method? With
already a burdened and restricted life, will we students really enjoy being trapped in a
museum? I believe I speak on behalf of all students when I say this – No.

Secondly, Museums are now aiming to exploit all young students. Where once Museums
were very interesting places to discover ethereal artifacts, now they have simply become a
business. Not only are tickets expensive but we students are exploited by making us pass
through a gift shop at the end. I am sure you know, as teenagers we love to purchase and
flex overprized products. Is this really the best use of our money and resources? Rather than
simply studying information about environmental conversation, I believe this money can be
invested in a larger cause. After all, Actions speak louder than words. Yes, no doubt
Museums do provide a sense of pride as they reflect on our history, but is this required?
Further, research on adults also suggests that there are potential benefits like staying
optimistic and self-confident for them, however, does the same apply to us? Rather than
thinking about the past in an enclosed space, We students need to learn to broaden our
perspective. We need to learn to focus on the problem at hand.

Thirdly, Museums are no longer trusted sources and may lead some students in the wrong
direction. Museums are so focused on maintaining a strict environment m they have let their
security be bypassed easily on many occasions in the past. A few years back, a street artist
Bansky planted a fake piece of art, and this was not noticed until days passed. Additionally, is
it not surprising that these museums hardly display all their artifacts to the public? Should
these museums really be trusted? Not only do they breed misinformation, but they also
restrict valuable resources. Despite this, Museums have grown in popularity over the years.
They are surprisingly becoming a growing hot spot for romantic couples and for those
devoid of social skills. Should these be recommended to us students? Shouldn’t we be
focusing on our own exams? As far as social skills are concerned, I feel the schools hosted
Model United Nation conferences and other events are a cut above.

In conclusion, Although Museums do provide a great educational experience, I do not feel

they are the best use of our money currently. We have our final exams coming up and
everyone is nervous. I suggest exploring alternative initiatives where we can learn to
implement our knowledge, rather than grasping more. Isn’t that all that life is about?
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It was a beautiful day in London, with the sun radiating its warm rays as a gentle breeze
caressed my face. I had been contemplating visiting my childhood homes for months but the
urgency to do so became impossible to ignore. It had been a while now since my parents
passed away and I could not put it off any longer. As I drove through the familiar streets, my
mind was flooded with cherished memories and a strong sense of nostalgia enveloped me.

As I walked through the gate, I noticed how a once idyllic and picturesque garden looked
completely desolate now. The garden once lovingly tended to by my parents was now
overgrown and neglected. This garden was a testament to the hard work and dedication of
my parents, and I couldn’t help but feel responsible for letting it fall into despair. The once
verdant garden and its contrast with its current state – it saddened me. I realized how the
parents I once ignored, now in their absence – I had been reduced to nothingness. “How
cruel is life”, I shouted as tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Mum, are you there?”

I called out as I walked through the front door desperate to get a reply. My voice echoed
back but to no avail. I was the only one left in the house. As I progressed, the sound of the
ticking clocks on the wall and the creaking of the floorboards filled me with memories of the
past. I could clearly picture it – My mom making her scrumptious apple pie in the kitchen as
my dad, and I waited for the food to be served. The aroma of the pie, I can smell it till now!
As I walked through each room, memories flooded back, each more vivid than the last.

“There is where we used to watch TV together”, I whispered as a lump formed in my throat.

My parent's glasses were present just as they left them – a reminder of my own mortality.
The only difference here was that all the furniture was now covered in dust and cobwebs. I
couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing, wishing I could go back to the past and relive those
moments again. I remembered our trip to the lake, my last memory with them. It was the
best thing ever. We ate, played and so much more. What did we not do? I still remember the
river writhing and frothing as it strikes the rocks and roared like a lion. There are some things
you just can't forget.

How easy it is to take such moments for granted. It was hard to believe how everything had
changed so much. The room, once filled with life and energy was now nothing more than an
empty shell of its former self. The very thought of not being able to experience those
moments again – I couldn’t take it. What had I done to deserve such a lesson?

My childhood home was and remains a poignant reminder of the love and warmth that filled
it. As I drove away, I couldn’t help but wonder what other stories were waiting to be
uncovered.

“Wait”, I whispered to myself.

I reversed my car and went back. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something left
to discover.