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Here's yet another article to read. Let me talk about how my early life was. I just want to share my simple life in this platform. I'm just happy that at last, I'm opening my life to writing. It's really good to express something about me first, before going far in my contents. It opens up my world to writing more. Like a free bird. Hehe.

Daycare Days

At the age of five, I started with my studies in a Daycare Center. It was just near the Municipal Offices. An extra service from one of the employees there who taught us. Her name was 'Alice', my beloved teacher. A woman who has the passion in teaching young children and inspired me.

From dependently writing my name with my right hand as a beginner, until I got to write on my own. Our Daycare teacher used to guide us, holding our hands, while we write our lovely names. She controlled and balanced our hands until we perfectly did. A little bit of victory.

I had classmates that time, young boys and girls, who has the same age as me. We bonded and played together.

My eldest sister would tease me mentioning my teacher's name: "Alice - alis". Haha. And I would madly defend my teacher saying: "No, it's not 'alis', it's 'Alice'." Then my siblings would laugh at me. Haha.

We had our special ceremonies like a graduation and that's how I finished it for one year.

Kindergarten

So we moved on to kindergarten at the age of six. We had our afternoon class since we were near the school. While the others from different baranggay were in morning sessions because they were far.

I had a little sister who was three to four years old that time. She got excited to enroll in Daycare so I used to accompany her in the morning since I didn't have class but only in the afternoon. After few weeks or months, she stopped. Hehe. And enrolled again the next year.

Our teacher's name was 'Janet'. She was a strict teacher but has the heart to teach us. A creative teacher and would clean our classroom alone after our dismissal.

Kindergarten was fun actually. I remembered, we had our spelling quizzes. 'Cat, dog, fish, bird' and other simple words were given. We had arts too, learned about numbers as well.

We graduated on time. We sang lovely songs that made our parents happy. Those white hats we had and white gowns that time. Apologies, no photo posted.

Did you like your Daycare and kindergarten years?

Elementary

Then in 2001, I went to Grade one. I still had same classmates. Including my cousin, my partner in crime. Lols. This was the year that Gloria Macapagal Arroyo came for her campaign. Then won as a president that same year. The first time I saw the plane near my view and how strong it was to launch breaking the windows in some classrooms. Almost everyone went inside the classrooms. Hehe.

Anyway, let me go back. I had difficulties in learning math by the way. Especially in subtraction. I got confused whenever I answer on my own. And would get a zero score. What a pity. But when I moved up to higher grades, I learned better.

Actually, I never cared much about my grades in my lower grades. Too focused to play with friends. While my siblings cared much about getting high grades and honors. 😅 Oh no, so one time, while watching my sisters getting their awards during a graduation ceremony, my cousin who happened to be at my side, told me, "Yay, you're the only one who didn't have the honors". It was loud to be heard by people near us, I got so embarrassed and felt my hot red face. That cousin would say anything in her mind not caring much about the person's feelings. But if it's her, she gets angry easily. Hehe. I never forgot about that, but took it as a challenge. So when I was in Grades 5 and 6, I focused more in my studies and got better grades. I made myself conscious about my grades.

My Mom was my Teacher

In Grade 3, we had to choose which section we will enter. Our teachers folded papers where the sections, A and B, were written. Luckily, I got A. So I went to my mother's section. During that time the DepEd allowed it, but now, it's a big NO.

My mother became my teacher eventually. Even my siblings, they had our mom as their teacher. I felt so happy to be her student. Hehe.

There were judgements from my classmates and I even heard them say, "Oh, our teacher is her mother, so she is the favorite." Bla bla bla. Which was not true. It was just their assumptions. 😅 If I was the favorite, then my grades should be great.

One time, I got jealous from one of my classmates. I thought my mom was favoring her. Haha. Those jealous feelings though. Lols. In conclusion, I don't recommend students to have their mom as their teacher, unless they have rational thinking over emotions. Hihi.

Grade 4

We had two sections, A and B again. Unlucky I was, I got the section B. I was so uncomfortable with my classmates and wanted to transfer in Section A. I had my friends in that section actually. Haha. I felt like I suffered inside. So I begged my mom to transfer me in Section A. It really happened. Happy I was, I would stay silent in class, hands positioned on the table, sat erect, and listened to my teacher diligently. My Grade 4 teacher would compare me to my classmates. She said: "Look at Shiela, she's well behaved. You should do the same!" And my classmates' eyes were focused on me. Haha. I felt so nervous. Few months later, I behaved normally. Not too silent but the normal type. Hehehe.

Violence I Witnessed/ I Had

During the early years in elementary, naughty students and good students were always there. Of course, I played both. 😅 Good and naughty.

One time, while copying notes from the board, we were in the same seat with my cousin classmate. They were conversing with one of my male classmates. Then she told me, "Haha, hey, tell him this one: Oh your mom was so thin." I thought, that was just a joke so I did. I was a big 'T-A-N-G-A' to say those sensitive words. Our classmate stayed silent. Then I went in front of him to copy the words from the board in my notebook. Moments later, a strong punch at my back was felt. Shocked I was, I looked back with a teary-eyed. It was him. He again punched my back and said, "Don't say that ever again, okay!!!" He cried as well. I realized that what I said was not good. I cried as well. But if we talk about it now with my classmates, we just laughed. Hehehe.

And then another one inside our classroom. I was staring at my two classmates. The girl was making faces teasing the boy. Few minutes later, he stood up from his sit. On top of the desk he went, he punched the little girl several times angrily. Wow, everyone of us in the class including the teacher was shocked. So yeah, these were some of the violence I saw in class. But mentioning them now, we can't stop laughing about it. Memories be like.

What I Thought was Fun

In Grade six, one afternoon, our teacher was not in the classroom. I was playing with my classmates. Run here and there. Locking the door, opening it, then run after them. Until, they locked me inside the classroom alone. I told them, "Hey open the door, please!"They never listened so with a real flying kick I did, the door went on flying outside. Chos, just my exagerration. Me and my classmates just laughed. They said, "Oh no, what have you done? You're a strong one. Haha." I answered back: "Your faults, you locked me inside. Hehehe."

Moments later, my mom came angrily. "Ai ai ai ai, you thought this was funny, huh! And you? Why are you happy?" Then I became serious and got scared to my mom.

We talked about how we could fix the door. Then me and my classmates agreed. We hired a carpenter, the woods, and others. But in the end, it was I who paid all the expensive expenses. I mean, my parents did. Huhu, apologies for that. I never played that kind of game again.

Ending Words

So that's what I wanted to share with you today. I have more stuffs to write so stay there my dear friends. ☺️

I may have witnessed and did some bad things in my early years, but I will never waste the learnings I got from it. To never repeat them again.

Thanks for reading my posts. Feel free to comment down below about how you feel. Share yours as well and I'll be happy to read them too. You can tag me there. ☺️ God bless us!