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.
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