Theme 26: My school

Firstly, I think I’ve failed this writing challenge since there are so many themes I skipped. My bad, sometimes I just can’t manage my time well. Sometimes I don’t know what to write about the theme. But, I’ll try to write them someday. Still, with my broken English :))

Okay, this is about yesterday’s theme. About My school.

I have two schools when I was in elementary school. When 1^st – 4^th grade my school is in front of my (parent’s) house. Everything was normal, until I passed an exam and because I nominated in big three, so, I moved to another school. The school quite far from the house. My father or my mother took me to school and picked me up. School hours was longer than before.

It was in this school my first time to study English. Something I obsessed so much, til now. Although I think there’s no significant improvement. In my hometown, it’s rare if someone learn about that subject, even at my school before. So I was so excited. But, I heard that all students nowadays learn English in elementary school.

After finished my elementary school, I continued my study to Junior High School. When I’m at 1^st grade, my brother is at 3^rd grade in the same school. At the very first day of school, when student orientation period, I got bullied from my senior(s). I don’t know it is on negative or positive perspective (?) while doing the task from my senior, out of blue, someone walking into my class, they called the smartest person in that school to take conversation (in English) with me in front of the class. No, I never claimed or told anyone that I can speak English - fluently (even, till now). I’m shocked and embarassed. I can’t speak and take conversation but tell her my name. I see that all student crowded in front of class just for watched this. Finally I know that my teacher told them about that, because I’m the one who had English subject on my report book from my school before. No, this is not a humblebrag item. I feel so embarrassed.

Another story, still, when student orientation period, my senior asked a boy (a man, now) to contact me by telephone at night and he must tell the class about our conversation for the next day. I hate my seniors.

But, 2 years later, the boy become my first boyfriend till 7 years ahead. Lol.

Everything went well until I finished my study and continued to Senior High School, the same school with my husband. Mmmm…  I don’t know what I will write anymore :D

I’m not the worst in class and not the best.

(30 days writing challenge)