I am confusing myself again. I love going to school, but I don’t know what I should take. I love writing, but I cannot go to university for Creating Writing because if I want to do that I have to go through high school diploma again. It’s such a pain in the ass.
Why is it always so hard for me to complete my school? I have patient but missing school for 4-5 years is no fun at all. First of, I missed 3 years of school in Vietnam. I became the oldest person in my class since I entered grade 4. That I have already skipped 2 grades because I did not study grade 2 and 3. All I learned was from grandma with the grade 3 writing to get better handwriting and math 3 to study how to calculate plus, minus, multiply, divide. I did pretty well for an amateur home school. Got into grade 4 and even late for 2 months of school. However, the first semester I got B grade. I got recognized by my home room teacher. Then when I finished grade 4, I got A, with the world EXCELLENT STUDEN on my certificate. I was quite happy with that, and proud of myself. My family also proud regarded of my skipping grade. They even planned to skip more grade for me so I can reach to the grade that was my age supposed to study. But we failed to do that because from grade 1 to grade 5 is elementary and from grade 6 to grade 9 is high school. So there was a gap between grade 5 and 6 so I have to follow the agenda.
Why am I writing this I don’t know. Even though time has gone by for all those high school years, I am still pissed off at my fate :/. I wasn’t able to study like others.
I was excellent student from grade 4 to 9. Then I have to moved to Canada, and my grade got cut again. I lived in White Rock the first year when I got to Canada. Lucky I was 17 so I wasn’t considered adult yet so I was able to enter high school in there. At least I have had a great high school year in a different country. The scene was exactly like in the movies I watch about America. You wear whatever you like to go to school. School starts at 8 so you have plenty of time. You don’t need to wake up at 5am to get ready. It was wonderful I thought. My only problem was…How the hell could I speak to people?!?!?
Even though I got to study grade 10 over here, but to be honest, the only grade 10 I was able to study was Math. That’s all! And that, I had to have a freaking dictionary right beside me every time I was doing the WORD PROBLEM. English was suck. I couldn’t understand anything. I mean when people talked to me I just pretend I was deaf.
They put me in science! That was even worse!!! I didn’t know how I manage to get C- in that class because every time we have group study or assignment to do research on stuff I just left it blank or copy in the book tried to write as much as I could so at least I could get something. P.E? Oh God! Luckily I didn’t really need to talk to the people at all in that class but sometimes I needed to go up and do some stupid move to show the girls exercise and I was totally lost it. It was so embarrassing! Running? I used to run very fast when I was in P.E in Vietnam. I even beat the guys in my class for running 2 rounds around school yard even though I was almost passed out due to the fact that I did not eat my breakfast. When I came here, I was always the last one to come back! What was wrong with me? I didn’t know why!
“Things from present may be hard as they seem, but when time passes and you look back, you can laugh at what has happened to you in the past”. A part of my story when I was freshly permanent resident in Canada. Well to be specific, Vancouver it is. There were sorrows. There were regrets. There were loneliness. There were tears. Never thought I could made it through. You have to lose something in order to gain something. Still I am happy to be here now because I have more choices than back in my own country.