First Day of School

I remember my very first day of school. I remember I wasn't afraid. I didn't even cry. My mom only accompanied me to school for few days. I remember looking outside searching for my mom and she just kept smiling and waved at me. I went to school in my hometown. Back then, my hometown was not that big and recognized. It sort of everyone knows everyone. I was 6 years old when I started primary one. I was supposed to have 2 years of kindergarten but then one day my teacher had all of us a spelling quiz, I was one of those geniuses who passed the quiz and I skipped a year of kindergarten and proceeded to primary one. At primary one, my teacher had us once again tested. This time, she wanted us to count from 1 to 100. Those who can count 1 to 100 correctly, would be put into the clever class. Counting from 1 to 100 was a piece of cake for me that time, but at the same time my bestfriend (She can't count that well yet) told me she didn't want to separate with me so being the nice me, I purposely messed up that test. Believe it or not, I didn't even regret being put into less-clever class because that class was the best I ever got into. Studies were fine, I was easily recognized as the clever kid in class, I had friends and I was a very happy kid. Until I reached primary 2, I had to skip school a lot because of my family problem. So I guess that pretty much messed up my studies. I changed school many times, went to live with my aunt, changed another school. I repeated primary four two times in two different schools. Until I finally settled down with my dad. Today is the first day of school, many of my colleagues went to work late because they had to bring their children to school, had them registered. I can't wait till that day I have a child on my own, when she starts her first day of school, I'll make sure I'll be there for her all day and whenever she needs me.