Reflecting on my childhood, I find amusement in the foolish decisions I made. These recollections remain clear in my memory, and I can't escape the sense of apprehension that accompanied each Monday, marking the start of another school week. At eleven years old, my life was miserable from Monday to Friday. Rising early to catch the bus and tackling numerous assignments for every subject felt like a futile endeavor. The echo of my mother's voice urging me to awaken still lingers: "Darling, it's time to get up."
My mom is my main inspiration for attending school as she strongly believes it is the sole means for me to acquire crucial skills such as reading and writing. Despite my counterarguments regarding learning from television and socializing with friends, my mom adamantly emphasizes that education holds immeasurable worth and cannot be depr
...ived from me.
Though I try to reason, I am plagued by a sense of defeat as my mother disregards my emotions and persists in sending me to school. She endeavors to stimulate me and instill enthusiasm for my studies, yet from my perspective, attending school holds no significance and is tedious. Upon commencing the first day of classes, I experience a profound sense of isolation due to the bullying behavior exhibited by my classmates. Their boisterous nature appears foreign and distant. Unfamiliar with anyone, I feel too displaced to socialize with these newfound "friends" since I have recently switched schools.
One memorable experience I have is when I am sitting in class, pretending to listen to the teacher while my mind wanders, eagerly waiting for the class to end.
Afterwards, the teacher gives us activities related to the topic.
Unfortunately, I cannot answer them due to a lack of understanding. As a result, I receive a zero on a daily test. Despite being just an eleven-year-old girl, my classmates bully me and it makes me feel ashamed. To conceal my embarrassment, I put on a smile and act as if everything is fine.
However, this moment serves as a turning point for me. From then on, I make a promise to pay attention in class or else face another zero.
In addition, another aspect of school that I dislike is when teachers assign tasks and announce tests for the following day. Furthermore, they give us research assignments about historical figures.
At that time, I questioned the relevance of dealing with people from the past. The upcoming oral recitation by my teacher forced me to confront this dilemma. Similarly, in a previous instance, I disregarded my teacher's instructions about studying specific book pages for a potential test. Consequently, the next morning she did administer an oral test. She called each student's name and tested our knowledge on the assigned reading material. Those unable to answer correctly remained standing until they provided a correct response. Being unprepared, I experienced intense nervousness as my turn approached and my name was called.
Admitting that I don't know the answer to my teacher's question embarrasses me. It worries me that my crush will think less of me, which in turn brings about a feeling of shame. This scenario has occurred before and only intensifies the sense of humiliation. Additionally, during my childhood, I was immature and spent most of my time playing with friends and exploring the village. Regrettably, this immaturity has had
a negative impact on my academic performance.
Despite my teacher's efforts to engage in dialogue and encourage me, I am not following her advice. One memorable instance occurred when she asked about our oral test, and I confidently stated that I have no interest in the subject matter.
This surprised her, but it is true that I dislike attending school because it involves sitting and waiting for instructions followed by overwhelming assignments that give me headaches. Every day after coming home, I express my desire to leave school to my mother, longing for a more exciting and adventurous alternative.
However, she always responds with a firm "No." As time goes by and I have no choice but to obey my mother, I try to teach myself how to find enjoyment in going to school despite its immense challenges.
Having those experiences has caused me to truly appreciate the memories stored in my heart, as they have aided in my comprehension of the genuine importance of education. I am grateful to have a mother who possesses the knowledge on how to provide me with encouragement.
