School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.
I was accused of cheating for the first time when I was seven years old. It was during the term final where the performance of the test indicates all the progress the student had made throughout the semester, so its importance was never over emphasized. Though I haven't been in school long enough to emerge myself into the brutal competitive environment, I certainly did study the materials well to make my parents happy.
During the exam I was rather confident. The material wasn't that challenging so I quickly finished the exam. With nothing to do I started to look around: birds singing outside the window, people walking by the door, and the answers on the paper of my fellow classmate behind me. Though my action looked suspicious, I had no plan to cheat because even the concept of cheating was new to me. I was confident in my answers and had already finished the exam. I turned around simply to check up on my classmate. Certainly the teachers didnâ€™t agree with me. They had to take me outside of the room and hold onto my test for the time being. My parents were informed to come to school for discussion. It was a really a big deal - how dare someone cheat on the final exam?
I donâ€™t remember the details of what happened afterward, but somehow school concluded that my action was not intentional thus should not be penalized, with the advise of not repeating the same mistake. I supposed itâ€™s good for me, otherwise I donâ€™t know how miserable I would be for the rest of my elementary school career. More importantly, I learned that even though my intention was different, what people saw from my action indicated otherwise. The assumption people made could have resulted a very different interpretation from my intention. After the incident I became more careful in what I do and say - I didnâ€™t want to deliver wrong messages. I thought it would be good for me and everyone around me.
I didnâ€™t go to my zoned middle school, instead I applied to the cityâ€™s specialized school. The school was located on the complete opposite side of the city from my elementary school. Everything started anew, I was all by myself. While I was busy getting used to the school and making new friends, I also discovered a new passion, soccer. Through soccer I was able to meet some of my most loyal friends. We would often get together and play soccer against other classes.
The school required a test for admission, so the competition was getting fierce. The teachers focused a lot on our...