Hello,there. Thank you for reading my short story. Even though it is very short, I am pretty sure that all of you will enjoy reading it. This is probably the most boring introduction that you have ever read but it only gets better later on. My name is Min Mi and I am a student. Yes, I am still schooling but there's about 23 more days till school re-opens. I decided to basically write a journal of my life briefly, I mean, I have a blog and I update quite often too.
When I was 9, I was transferred from the second best class to the first class. No doubt, I couldn't contain my excitement. I always thought that being in the first class was better than the second because people will always have this strange mindset. I was more of the playful type when I was in primary school and I never thought that I could score more than 90 for my math exam when I was 8. Obviously, I never prepared myself for the following year and it was a huge mistake. Everyone in my country knows that when you're 9, a new subject appears, which is Science. It was very difficult honestly. It's not just Sciene, but even Mathematics. I remembered sitting with my two friends and I was in the center but after that our teacher chose the seat for us and I sat beside a very tall girl. Our friendship was quite funny because we love to fight. I sat beside her and on my right, there are another, about 4 tables vertically attached to mine. For one week, we never touched the textbooks because the school has this system where students and teachers should get to know each other first. Everything was fine. I love coming to school but, I changed my mind after that.The incident that was deeply etched in my mind until now was during maths test. Our teacher wanted to test us on whether we could still remember the topics that were taught the year before. I didn't know most of them. I was in trouble, I know that. True enough, after she had mark the papers, I was being called. She was infuriated. I could feel my whole body shook. I sat on the floor and started to do my corrections beside her on a chair while she observed. She was continuously screaming at me, spitting facts that sting my heart. I was being stabbed repeatedly even though I was already dead. I cried in the end, really bad. Once school was dismissed, I was the last person to leave the class and I remember my teacher asking if I was alright. It was nice of her but at that point of time I didn't care because I could barely speak, I was traumatised by it but I just nodded in reply. Once I was out of school, I ignored my feelings. I rode the lift with my mum silently while smiling at my friend who lived a floor above mine. Once I entered the house, I cried and told my mum about it. Right away, my mum called the school to meet the principal.
I didn't went for counselling because I felt that I didn't want anyone else to know except for my family, the principal, and my teacher. Afer countless number of meetings, I still couldn't get over it because I was scared to come to school and even acted like I ws sick by forcing myself to vomit. When I came back home from school, I never really cared about food. I just bathe, prayed, and studied. My mum realised that it was too much that she had to bing me to a private doctor. My stomach hurts badly, and the doctor said that because of all of this that happened it has adversely affected my personality. Everyone knew I was the girl who always came late to school and the teacher or principal had to fetch me. It took a very long time. Also, I found out that I was badly sick on that year. Honestly, it felt like my world was crashing down. Even when I ws 10, when I was transferred back to the seond class, I still had the same problem but I kept it inside me because I knew that I can do it. I can move on and forget about this sickness of mine. And yes, I did. I moved on. I never even have any scars on my wrist because I am not a fan of dying. Even though I ws emotionally unstable, I never thought of holding a knife and hurting myself because that is utterly ridiculous. I don't want to do that to my own body. I appreciate what has god given me and I do that by not ruining my body, by praying.
I never got to say his ot my parents because until now, I am the troublemaker at home and continously make my parents very annoyed at me. I just want to tell them thank you so much for everything because I really do appreciate it. I know that until now, my behaviour has not changed because it really do reflects on who's the youngest child in the family. Hahaha. I am changing but I don't need to show it in front, I do it discreetly. I am enjoying my life now. I changed when I entered a new school (High school / Secondary School). I never cared about how people judged me or how many friendship problems that pops up because I don't really find the need of thinking about it when in the end, everything's going to be fine as long as I do the right thing. I am not saying that I am self-centered and I hate caring. Yes, caring can sometimes be very troublesome but what I mean is, I should know what are the things that I should spend my time thinking about and what are the things that I shouldn't care at all. I only spoke when there are good things to say. I am very clumsy but that is what makes me. I am not intersted in relationships at this age because I prefer finding time for myself because I realised that we humans, never really had time for ourselves, to reflect and probably do something relaxing. Also, with friends. When we move on, we tend to forget about them, even the closest one.
Funny how people say society always judge you, but the people themselves also judge. We cannot get away from it, that's why I decided to never care unless it could be like an advice or a lifechanging thing in a postive way. Dont' expect society to not judge you, it's impossible. We will need the 7 billion people to do it but what's the fun of life if everyone stop judging? Just think of life as a very precious gift that you wouldn't want to let go. Make full use of it. Do something productive that will bring out the best in you, make yourself happy every now and then. Do something positive. I believe that even criminals have a soft side of theirs just that it's sad that they're blocking it. Humans tend to satisfy their desires but they don't even think about i deeply. Scary. That's when criminals comes in.
I realised that I made a lot of mistakes. I said that I wanted to change, to turn over the new leaf. But it wll never happen becuse I want to be me. If I were to change 180 degrees, It wouldn't be me. What I meant was I wanted to pick up good habits, throw the bad ones and apply it in my daily life. It's not an immediate change, it's a process. Also, It's very ridiculous of me to cry in school because I was deeply hurt by some seniors. I find it really weird when I think back. I might not be the same person next year but that doesn't mean that I am not me. I am Min Mi but I have picked up good habits along the way.
Anyways, it was nice sharing my personal experience. The story has a lot of good points. Hahaha. Alright, I need to complete my homework before school re-opens. Thanks for reading anyways.
