Second to With Honors

The idea of writing this article is from @Yen . After writing her article some also tell their own story. So here I am, decided to tell mine. And maybe this is my opportunity to boost myself. 😊😁

Please bare with me. Thanks!

Happiness comes from what we get and achieve, and as a child and a pupil, being recognize and achieving something is happiness.

If you don't remember last time I share my story about being a Secretary. (Click this). Special thanks to my father who patiently taught me to write.

After learning how to write my name in the ground and in paper, my parents sent me to school. I think its their belief that one's their child learned how to write they will enrolled them to school. And after enrolling they will let school taught us. My parents aren't strict about school stuff like grades. They let us do what we want.

As for my case, I entered grade one with just only knowing how to write my name and some letters in the alphabet. I am a total blank sheet of paper where teachers need to filled up with learnings.

As a grade one pupil, with less care about the world and environment, all I want is to play all day. My first day in school was a nerve-wrecking that I broke into tears and it happened many times. My sister accompanied me to my classroom then left afterwards. With unfamiliar faces and place, I cried. My teacher called my sister every time I cried.

After a month, I got used to it. I can play and social with my classmates, but I am still hesitant to recite during recitation. Every time my teacher called my name, I am flabbergasted that I can't even utter a word. My classmates are laughing every time it happened. And as a result it turns me to be an introverted person.

I focused on written activities. Do my best to excel in that area, and I did. My parents would asked me how's school and my answer was "fine". They know I'm doing fine at school.

It takes me months again to fully adjusted to school life. From an introvert, I started to change. I gained confidence somehow. I focused on my studies and at the same time, jive with my classmates and be friendly to them. School life became easy after meeting friends whom you can talked and played too.

For sometime, I forgot that school is a place for competition. Where you need to beat and surpass your said to be competitors. My parents reminded me about it. If I want to gained and achieved something, I must work hard for it. That if I want to have medals like my sister, I must do my best in my studies.

The day of parents-teacher conference for the first quarter, talking about how we behave at school and our academics arrived. My mother is the one who attended the meeting. She got my report card and checked it. I asked her abkut what my teacher told her. She only answered that none. She hand me my report card and looked at it. My grades are at 85 up. She told me that my grades are high. And I am very happy.

When I arrived at school holding my report card, my classmates and I compared each others grades. I've got high grades compared to them.😉

After knowing that I've got high grades, it motivates me to study hard. I enjoyed my childhood life and at the same time doing my study pretty well.

From grade one until grade four, I maintained my spot as a second honor in class. Although I am eagered to beat the first honor, I can't. My parents told me not to push myself too hard. My competitive spirit to beat the first honor leads me be aloof and distant with him, we never became "friends" where just "classmate".

I did my best in my remaining years in elementary. I remained consistent with my study and still continue my beat the first honor. But unfortunately, when the ranking is out I become third honor. I felt devastated. I questioned myself why multiple times. I found out that the consistent first honor in our class also falls back. We often talked to each other 'cause we considered ourselves as rival, or so we thought. But when our rank falls, we talked most of times and question each other our whys and hows.

What makes us question the ranking more is that our classmate who always rank fifth or sixth before become the first honor. Don't get us wrong, but since we see him everyday, we know how he behave during class. He sometimes copied assignments to our classmates and often finished some activities. How come?

We put aside our thought and continue doing our best. I put extra effort to be the second honor again. I recite almost every lesson. Participate in activities, but still no good. I can't retrieved what I've lost.

Grade six, I told myself that I need to be the second again since its our last year in elementary. But you know what's even worst. I fall back again. From being third I became fourth honors. Someone replace me. Again, I questioned myself nth time. But only to find out that our teachers from fifth grade and six grade have a bias. They put their nephews in honors, that why I fall back... we fall backward.

My parents, his parents didn't complain. They said that karma strike. That we should prove to them that their judgement is wrong. And that's what we did.

When we entered high school we belong to star section in SPA(Special Program in the Arts) , and them... they're at second and third section in BEC(Basic Education Curriculum).

But now, I realize that grades doesn't define you. Its about hard work and perseverance.

Thanks for reading!