I wanted to go to school but nobody agreed with me. Even though, nobody agreed with me but I still tried and tried to insist my father every day. I knew that sometimes he was really annoyed me. But I did not stop.While he was working on his drawing and painting, I kept asking and insisting him
“Dad, I want to go to school”
“ No, son, you are still young” my dad kept telling me like that from time to time. Sometimes he answered me with his angry voice.
“Dad, I want to go to school” I repeated.
“Ok …ok…ok” finally he said. "If you really want to go to school, I will bring you there. But promise me that you don't come back after I take you there"
I really excited and thanked to my dad and smiled.I promised my dad with my strong voice.
The primary school was situated in the north of the village. Its name called “Namkeuangmai primary school”. My Dad took me there.
While I entered the school, my heart beat tik tak tik tal as if a clock. I stood in front of one room and looked into the room, I saw lots of students inside the class. My friends smiled to me when they saw me.
My Dad entered the room and talked to the teacher for a while and came out of the room. He said “alright, I have already talked to the teacher. He has accepted you as his student. So next, it is your job. You have to do your job well. Remember, don’t be naughty, and obey the teacher”
At that time, I didn’t even say a word because I had a feeling that I wanted to cry and there were something stuck on my throat.
“Go inside and sit with your friend and well listen and study with them” my dad added.
“So, do you have any thing to say to me? If not, I am going back home right now” my dad said and then stood up. He took me to the room while the teacher was waiting for me and he hold my hand.
My Dad thanked to the teacher and walked out the room slowly and stared at me. At the same time, he waved his hand and said goodbye to me.
I didn’t even hear what he said. I only looked at him walking away from me with my empty heart. My tear droped out unintentively.My heart beat more and more as if they hit a drump. It is trouble as if Tonado was coming. I really wanted to cry loudly, ran away and followed my Dad but I could not because I promised him.
After that, the teacher brought me to sit with my friends and joined the class activities. After talking with my friend, joining the activities in the class, I had fun with it and finally I forgot my all feeling and become normal as other students.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Is It A Crazy Criteria?
I don’t know whether other students facing a problem like me. But I am sure for all Lao students, some of them might be like me and some did not.
I still remember my first feeling that I really wanted to go to school when I was a child but I don’t remember how old I was.
Every day, I was with my father. My father got hired to do thing for the temple. He sometimes worked and sometimes drew and painted. I watched him and I sometimes did as him (Until I grew up and I was good at drawing and painting).
While I was watching my father to do things, I always saw students past the front of my house. They wears brown uniform, carried their back bag, and I saw their neck tied with red clothes. Those picture were really attractive or toucheable my heart.
I tried to ask my father. He did not agree and let me going to school. He just kept saying that I was too young. It was not time. When I insisted in going to school, every one told me that I should stretched my right hand and then came across my head, and tried to touch my opposite ear. If I can do it, that means it was time to go to school.
You know what? I really hated it. Every time I tried to touch my ear, I could not make it. Even thought I tried and tried but useless. Finally I had to stop my attempt and obey as their advice.
I still remember my first feeling that I really wanted to go to school when I was a child but I don’t remember how old I was.
Every day, I was with my father. My father got hired to do thing for the temple. He sometimes worked and sometimes drew and painted. I watched him and I sometimes did as him (Until I grew up and I was good at drawing and painting).
While I was watching my father to do things, I always saw students past the front of my house. They wears brown uniform, carried their back bag, and I saw their neck tied with red clothes. Those picture were really attractive or toucheable my heart.
I tried to ask my father. He did not agree and let me going to school. He just kept saying that I was too young. It was not time. When I insisted in going to school, every one told me that I should stretched my right hand and then came across my head, and tried to touch my opposite ear. If I can do it, that means it was time to go to school.
You know what? I really hated it. Every time I tried to touch my ear, I could not make it. Even thought I tried and tried but useless. Finally I had to stop my attempt and obey as their advice.
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