First day I was curious and nervous. I sat down near my seat near a chalkboard.
The wall was plain white, without decoration or anything. The supplies were only chalk and eraser for the teachers.
First day homework is insanely hard, I do not know and feeling isolated from other.
Trigonometry for 5th and Logarithm for 6th. I don’t know what kind of work high schools receive.
The teacher points at me and told me to answer a question, I was shocked and confused.
I was sitting there, like a fool, and then insulted by the teacher who is saying I’m below standard.
I don’t know what to do and when I got home I cried in my bed and cover myself in blankets.
Next day was even worse, the principal told us to read a story over and over for 3 hours straight.
I felt like crying like a baby against many other people, and tear started dropping from my cheek
But I wasn’t the only one, at least I’m not alone
Even with this, at least I’m not the only one, going through this.
And this had made all the difference