Why school?
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It was a mild, sunny day on the first day of
school. I stood on the porch and watched as my elder sisters dissapeared into
the sunny morning, on thier way to school to recieve thier share of knowledge
for the day. Of course, this routine was no different than the many other times
I had wished them away on thier way to school.
We lived in Africa in a mid-sized house in a middle class town. The
united nations was able to pay for both my sisters education but not for me .
At the time, I thought of school as a of a big waste of time, but now, I
realize the importance of getting a good education. my dream is to someday, get
into school, and perhaps go to college. I spend my time helping my mother with
caring for the crops and keeping the house clean. My father died a while back
when I was small. He was my inspiration in going to school. He was a writer and
published many great books in his time.
My sisters have to walk eight miles to get to school everyday. This
is because our town is poor and cannot afford to keep a school. They must walk
to the next village, which can afford to house a school. My mother has enrolled
me for this year. She has been accepted to a job giving tours to celeberties
and tourists around the beauty of Africa. Our village is close to many great
tourist attractions known for miles. Our village recieves hundreds of tourists
each month. Most people in our area earn a living by seling goods our attending
to our tourists. she will finally be able to afford to give me an
education!
When I first found of the news, I jumped for joy because I had found
what I had dreamed. That night we celebrated into the night with antelope stew
and goat milk. This seemed like a luxury, compared to the leftovers and small
birds we were fortunently able to find. My sisters agreed to take me to school
the next day to meet the principal and get a tour of the school. I couldn't
wait to go!
Today was the day, I sprung from my bed with excitement in my vains.
It was early, about five A.M, I quickly packed my things, eager to learn. I ran
to my sister's room and shook her with excitement. A little to hard I guess,
judging from the stingy look on her face. After we were all fed, we wished my
mom away on her first day of work and then started our journey to school.
when we finally arrived, the clouds were beginning to part, revealing
a beautiful sunrise to light up my morning. The school was a tall, brick
building with kids flustering in and out along with parents. The schoool was
equipped with a rusty, worn down playground with slides and swings.
we entered the building to greet a tall, husky man who called himself
the headmaster. I shook his long, scrawny hand and showed him my respect as my
mother had taught me. He asked me to meet him in his office to take a test as
part of my briefing. we entered a large office and took a test that seemed
like it took forever. luckily, My sisters have taught me to read and write so I
was prepared for this type of stuff.
I toured the school and reviewed some basic skills and pretty soon, it was
time for lunch. I ate lunch with my sister's and tried to fit in with thier
friends but I Couldn't . we went outside and played on the playground for a
little while. I dashed around with some kids that seemed my age until a spotted
a swing open. I quickly ran to the swing and claimed it for myself. I closed my
eyes as I felt the ground move from my feet. I imagined myself as an astronaut
touching down on a different planet and feeling heroic. suddenly, I felt a hard
shove from behind as flew from the swing and hit the dust on the hard, rocky
ground. My eyes opened, revealing a cut knee with dust all over, it stung too
much, I began to cry. I quickly wiped my tears away as I heard laughing and
witnessed fingers being pointed. I felt as If I wanted to shrivel up and hide,
like a snail. A group of big, eighth grade boys were standing and laughing at
me while their leader of the group stood proud as if it were his duty to push
me and humiliate me.
At dinner that night, I was quiet and didn't touch my food. My mother
asked me what was wrong and I told her everything was alright and I was just
tired. Suddenly my sister spoke up, revealing the whole story to my mom. I
didn't know she had seen it and felt suprised and upset. my mother explained to
me that there are kids out there that will do everything in thier will to make
your time at school miserable. she told me to ignore him and hold your head
high. I had never been picked on and wasn't going to tolerate it.
the next day at school I was in fifth period when I walked into the
class to see the bully who had pushed me and some of his friends. Science was
my favorite subject and i wouldn't let it be wrecked by some stupid eight
grader. Since I was late to class, I was forced to sit next to the bully and
endure his tauntings and pressure.
About halfway through the class, I had had enough, he had been putting
things in my hair and calling me names all period. I stood up and threatened
him if he didn't stop, he gave me an evil grin as if I was as harmless as an
ant. I thought differently, I raised my fist and thrusted it right into my
nemisis' jaw. he fell from his desk and clenched his jaw as if he had been
shot. many stood and clapped as if I had freed them from their captor. I knew I
was going to get in trouble, but for once in my life, I felt heroic.
school. I stood on the porch and watched as my elder sisters dissapeared into
the sunny morning, on thier way to school to recieve thier share of knowledge
for the day. Of course, this routine was no different than the many other times
I had wished them away on thier way to school.
We lived in Africa in a mid-sized house in a middle class town. The
united nations was able to pay for both my sisters education but not for me .
At the time, I thought of school as a of a big waste of time, but now, I
realize the importance of getting a good education. my dream is to someday, get
into school, and perhaps go to college. I spend my time helping my mother with
caring for the crops and keeping the house clean. My father died a while back
when I was small. He was my inspiration in going to school. He was a writer and
published many great books in his time.
My sisters have to walk eight miles to get to school everyday. This
is because our town is poor and cannot afford to keep a school. They must walk
to the next village, which can afford to house a school. My mother has enrolled
me for this year. She has been accepted to a job giving tours to celeberties
and tourists around the beauty of Africa. Our village is close to many great
tourist attractions known for miles. Our village recieves hundreds of tourists
each month. Most people in our area earn a living by seling goods our attending
to our tourists. she will finally be able to afford to give me an
education!
When I first found of the news, I jumped for joy because I had found
what I had dreamed. That night we celebrated into the night with antelope stew
and goat milk. This seemed like a luxury, compared to the leftovers and small
birds we were fortunently able to find. My sisters agreed to take me to school
the next day to meet the principal and get a tour of the school. I couldn't
wait to go!
Today was the day, I sprung from my bed with excitement in my vains.
It was early, about five A.M, I quickly packed my things, eager to learn. I ran
to my sister's room and shook her with excitement. A little to hard I guess,
judging from the stingy look on her face. After we were all fed, we wished my
mom away on her first day of work and then started our journey to school.
when we finally arrived, the clouds were beginning to part, revealing
a beautiful sunrise to light up my morning. The school was a tall, brick
building with kids flustering in and out along with parents. The schoool was
equipped with a rusty, worn down playground with slides and swings.
we entered the building to greet a tall, husky man who called himself
the headmaster. I shook his long, scrawny hand and showed him my respect as my
mother had taught me. He asked me to meet him in his office to take a test as
part of my briefing. we entered a large office and took a test that seemed
like it took forever. luckily, My sisters have taught me to read and write so I
was prepared for this type of stuff.
I toured the school and reviewed some basic skills and pretty soon, it was
time for lunch. I ate lunch with my sister's and tried to fit in with thier
friends but I Couldn't . we went outside and played on the playground for a
little while. I dashed around with some kids that seemed my age until a spotted
a swing open. I quickly ran to the swing and claimed it for myself. I closed my
eyes as I felt the ground move from my feet. I imagined myself as an astronaut
touching down on a different planet and feeling heroic. suddenly, I felt a hard
shove from behind as flew from the swing and hit the dust on the hard, rocky
ground. My eyes opened, revealing a cut knee with dust all over, it stung too
much, I began to cry. I quickly wiped my tears away as I heard laughing and
witnessed fingers being pointed. I felt as If I wanted to shrivel up and hide,
like a snail. A group of big, eighth grade boys were standing and laughing at
me while their leader of the group stood proud as if it were his duty to push
me and humiliate me.
At dinner that night, I was quiet and didn't touch my food. My mother
asked me what was wrong and I told her everything was alright and I was just
tired. Suddenly my sister spoke up, revealing the whole story to my mom. I
didn't know she had seen it and felt suprised and upset. my mother explained to
me that there are kids out there that will do everything in thier will to make
your time at school miserable. she told me to ignore him and hold your head
high. I had never been picked on and wasn't going to tolerate it.
the next day at school I was in fifth period when I walked into the
class to see the bully who had pushed me and some of his friends. Science was
my favorite subject and i wouldn't let it be wrecked by some stupid eight
grader. Since I was late to class, I was forced to sit next to the bully and
endure his tauntings and pressure.
About halfway through the class, I had had enough, he had been putting
things in my hair and calling me names all period. I stood up and threatened
him if he didn't stop, he gave me an evil grin as if I was as harmless as an
ant. I thought differently, I raised my fist and thrusted it right into my
nemisis' jaw. he fell from his desk and clenched his jaw as if he had been
shot. many stood and clapped as if I had freed them from their captor. I knew I
was going to get in trouble, but for once in my life, I felt heroic.