A Letter to Every 11+ Student

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Hello, you.

Yes, you — the one with the pencil in your hand, the practice paper on your desk, and maybe a few butterflies in your tummy.

September is almost here. That means your 11+ exam is nearly here too.

And guess what?

You’re more ready than you think.

This is your message — your reminder — that you've been working hard, learning, growing, and giving it your best.

That matters more than anything.

You’ve Learned a Lot Already

Think about how far you’ve come:

  • You’ve tackled tricky maths problems.

  • You’ve cracked codes in verbal reasoning.

  • You’ve trained your brain to spot patterns and solve puzzles.

  • You’ve stayed focused, even when it wasn’t easy.

  • You didn’t give up.

That’s something to be proud of.

“What if I get nervous?”

It’s totally normal to feel nervous. Everyone does — even adults before big days.

Here’s a little secret:
 Nerves just mean you care.
 And when you care, you try.
 And when you try, you grow.

That’s what this is really all about.

If you feel worried, try this:

  • Take a deep breath – slowly in, slowly out.

  • Remind yourself – “I am ready. I will try my best.”

  • Picture the exam – calm, focused, steady.

You’ve got this.

Last-Minute Tips Before the Big Day

  • Keep revising — but gently
     Don’t overdo it. A little each day is fine. Rest is important too.

  • Sleep well
     Your brain needs rest to think clearly. Try to get to bed early the night before.

  • Eat a good breakfast
     Fuel your body and brain. (Toast and bananas = secret exam power!)

  • Pack your bag the night before
     Pencils, erasers, water bottle — check!

  • Ignore what others say
     Some kids might say they’re doing loads of extra studying.
     Some might say they’re not worried at all.

     Everyone is different — you do YOU.

What Matters Most

Remember this:

The 11+ does not decide how smart you are, how kind you are, or how amazing your future will be.

It’s just one step.
A chance to show what you know. That’s all.

Your parents and teachers care about you — not just your score.
And whatever happens, you’ll move forward, keep learning, and do great things.

Final Words from Teynmoli

A Friend, a Teacher, an Aunty, or Just Someone Who Cares

So as September arrives, take a deep breath.
Lift your chin.
Sharpen your pencil.
And walk in with confidence.

You are ready.
You are brave.
And your best is more than enough.

Good luck — you don’t need it, but you’ve got it anyway.

With my warmest wishes,
Teynmoli

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