1st day
My mom woke me up....damn i was lazy..(snoring). It was 6.30 a.m. I took a shower, wear the uniform and ate a small breakfast. my mother went along wit me, my bro, and my sis. i was terrifyingly scared to go to school. first day is always the hardest. so my mom took me to my class. it was small compared to my previous class. well....i took a seat in the back (and always is!). teh first lesson started...to be frank..i don't understand anything...but i was thankful to hv a malaysian friend next to me...the name is Haidhar..i am 1 year older than him..it was a free age school..which mean e.g an 8 year old boy can attend a 10 year old's class. Well....i usually listen to him than the teacher...he thought me many thing..such as, where to pee? teaching me english words...i was thankful to hv him in my class...i still remember the date it was 03/09/06 because class 5 and below hv a birthday party which will be celebrated in break or recess. it was a girl in my class birthday which i hardly known her at that time. so my first day was quite awesome.
2nd day
the day was almost the same as the previous one. in break...a maid brought a cake into the class..so i sat in my chair and pretend not to notice. the class teacher asked whose birthday is it...so i remembered that it was my birthday! i can't tell the teacher because i hardly know english at that time. i kept quiet. the teacher called out my name..i didn't reply...then a black dude from somalia said, "oooo...its the glasses boy". i came over to haidhar and asked wat did he say..my class teacher told me to split the cake into halves i mean cut the cake..so i did as i were told and the whole class singing a Happy Birthday for me. it was amazing. i celebrated my birthday with a black dude, pakistanis and so more. i kept the smile on my face until i flushed it out in the bathroom.
well this is it for the day! ~Sayonara~
My mom woke me up....damn i was lazy..(snoring). It was 6.30 a.m. I took a shower, wear the uniform and ate a small breakfast. my mother went along wit me, my bro, and my sis. i was terrifyingly scared to go to school. first day is always the hardest. so my mom took me to my class. it was small compared to my previous class. well....i took a seat in the back (and always is!). teh first lesson started...to be frank..i don't understand anything...but i was thankful to hv a malaysian friend next to me...the name is Haidhar..i am 1 year older than him..it was a free age school..which mean e.g an 8 year old boy can attend a 10 year old's class. Well....i usually listen to him than the teacher...he thought me many thing..such as, where to pee? teaching me english words...i was thankful to hv him in my class...i still remember the date it was 03/09/06 because class 5 and below hv a birthday party which will be celebrated in break or recess. it was a girl in my class birthday which i hardly known her at that time. so my first day was quite awesome.
2nd day
the day was almost the same as the previous one. in break...a maid brought a cake into the class..so i sat in my chair and pretend not to notice. the class teacher asked whose birthday is it...so i remembered that it was my birthday! i can't tell the teacher because i hardly know english at that time. i kept quiet. the teacher called out my name..i didn't reply...then a black dude from somalia said, "oooo...its the glasses boy". i came over to haidhar and asked wat did he say..my class teacher told me to split the cake into halves i mean cut the cake..so i did as i were told and the whole class singing a Happy Birthday for me. it was amazing. i celebrated my birthday with a black dude, pakistanis and so more. i kept the smile on my face until i flushed it out in the bathroom.
well this is it for the day! ~Sayonara~
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