"Memoir"

“Good Student”

            School is the place where I learn new things, meet new friends, and make unforgettable memories. My parents send me to school so that I become a better person in society. They hope that I will study hard and do well in academics. They’re just like other parents in the world; caring and loving but very strict in complementary rules and regulations.

           

            Transferring to a new school during grade 11 was a big decision. It made me excited as to what may happen to my life. At first, I was shy and afraid because I was not used to a highly populated school. But as the days passed, I started to interact with my classmates. They were not who they seem to be. The ones who I thought are bullies were actually very jolly and friendly. Everyone in the classroom is kind to me. I engage myself more with my classmates and we immediately formed a group that goes together all the time. From eating snacks and lunch to using the toilet, we always go side by side. Oh! By the way, Kaarl, Kyle, Mark, JP, Clark, Blithe, Cornelius, Gerald, and Nino were the names of my friends. One word that perfectly describes them is “amusing”. They never ran out of jokes and they never stop teasing each other.

            The grade 11 academic year was the most relaxing school year I ever had. It felt like I was on vacation. Class hours were on an all time low. Assignments were also way too easy and we, my classmates, had a lot of “spare time” in which we do anything we want. We can sleep, eat, or even use smart phones. No one cares about the stuff we do inside the classroom as long as there is no trouble. School officials were lenient and attendance is easily manipulated by our classmate. As a result, our lives are very convenient.

            Of all the years of serious schooling, I’ve never tried being a defiant student. There was this one moment when we had an earthquake drill. It is required that all students must comply. So, I and my classmates seized the opportunity to cut classes. Before the earthquake drill started, we already planned on how to escape. Minutes later, the bell rung and we brought our bags with us. After that, we went to the designated evacuation site just in front of the school building. Without any further hesitation, we ran as fast as the wind. Luckily, the guards didn’t notice our escape because people were crowding the whole area. We stopped running when we arrived at a safe distance from the school. I felt a sense of relief after our daring escape. We then went to McDonalds and ate snacks. Next, we went home ahead of time.

            The next day, we proceeded to school as if nothing happened. No evidence was left of our notorious deed. The school year went well and we skipped classes three more times. My grade 11 experience is filled with lots of fun and adventure. Now that I’m a grade 12 student, I’ve decided to put things back on track.