Primary school for me was the best, it was fun and quiet, and i didn't have to worry about much then.

During that time i used to be what most people call "a teacher's pet" truthfully i was almost every teacher's favourite pupil, atleast that was what i had heard.

I used to like all my teachers and they liked me too. My favourite teacher was my class teacher for my last year in primary school.

Her classes were  the highlight of my week, she was the best.

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Then came secondary school, the first three years were really good for me, I had made a few friends and all my classes were going great, until my fourth year.

The fourth year of secondary school in my home country is like a whole new chapter of life, and for me it was definetely life changing. I had made a decision to remain at my school and complete the full sessions of secondary school, but most of my classmates chose otherwise, including my bestfriend at the time, so starting that fourth year I had to make new friend, which was something i wasn't very good at, and then classes came, my first week was terrible, there were so many classes and i was introduced to new subject and by the end of the week, i had already decided that i did not like my physics teacher.

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Now, I  am in a different country, in a new school, learning a new language and experiencing new things, although this new journey may have taken me backwards, I know that everything happens for a reason, and that is something i wouldn't have thought in primary school.

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