so my school life begins in the middle of autumn. i think. the first day of school is always the hardest. well i agree with that statement. not because i`m new and can`t make new friends or something, but it was my school beg that was troubling me. i had about 9 text books at that time, excluding note books. but my dad gave me some confidence. so i had to tough it out. after i had collected my books at the library, this lady brought me to my class. the tension increased when she took me to see my class teacher, mr. nagueb. when i saw him, i was like shyt, he looks strict. but that day i learned something new, dun judge a book by its cover. he was a friendly dude. we greeted each other, then he told me to write my name on a piece of paper. after that he brought me to class 8. we steped in the class n i was like. *sound of crickets singing* everybody stared at me. i know i`m howt but plz guys. the class was small.. for my fellow friends at malaysia, u want to know how small it is? well, it is half of our class when we were in form 1. "big" isn`t it? but who gives a damn. i sat at the teachers desk. kinda cool right?? haha.
the first dude i talked to was, erm either beti or chapati (nicknames lawl). i can`t remember. we were like: wats up? fine. u? same. n then *sound of crickets singing*. aisey. the day went on as usual. i was alone all day long. after brake, we didn`t learn anything, i don`t know why. but we did learn eng n maths. during eng, the teacher noticed me. she told me to introduce myself. i wrote my name on the board. THIS IS A REMINDER GUYS. IF U`RE A BOY AND U`RE NAME STARTS WITH MUHAMMAD/MOHAMMAD bla bla bla, DUN WRITE MOHD/MUHD bla bla bla. people will be like wtf? how do u pronounce that? yeah i did that mistake. i was soooo embarrassed. i rewrote my name. n they were like owh! thats u`re name. the eng teacher then suddenly praised me, i don`t know why. she said that i look like a tough kid that can handle anything. i was kinda proud though. maths was booring as usual. i hated math. i tend to get sick if i see numbers. but u`re not in heaven yet boy. let the current of the river take u. and that day ended like that.
the second day of school was kinda interesting. but alas i started that day badly. the bus driver left me. T__T so my dad called his driver, but he was not available. we then went to the malaysian embassy and thank god someone was willing to help us. Dr tuuuuut. i can`t recall his name. i was so pissed of at that time. he called his driver to drive us there. my dad n i hopped in a robotic car. dude, that car was from the future of something. MSD nye kete leh la citer en. kui3.
i arrived at school kinda late. the assembly was over. not just that, the first period was also over at that time. but yay! i dun care about chemistry. its boring. we apologized to the teacher n i went back to class. i was kinda shocked because there ware 2 new faces in that class. one was sitting at the back while the other one was sitting at MY place, the teacher`s desk. both of them are malays. in addition they were siblings, not twins.. one sis n the other was her bro. kinda weird though for me. then this pakistani boy helped me to fetch a chair. after that i sat next to this new malaysian girl. ehem3 ceeyyh. haha. it was math period. i pretended to be concentrating in class, but actually i was kinda drowsy. i wanted to sleep. but then the malaysian girl spoke to me:
girl: excuse me, could u share u`re book with me. i`m new n i dun have the math text book.
me: (while handing the book to her) ckp melayu pun bleh.
as far as i can remember, her face turned red. why? because she thinks i`m not one of her kind. i mean malaysian laa. fyi, i was bald like a monk at that time. people think i`m indonesian or something.. but the rest of the day went fine. i talked to her bro. n i started to talk to other people to be friends with them.
moral of the story:
1) always have a timetable during the first day of school.
2) never ever judge people`s personality if they`re bald or something
3) making new friends is the best experience one person can ever have.
THE END
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