THE OTHER HALF OF THE WORLD: THE LONG AGO D-DAY

It's about my first day in middle school

Brrrring! Brrrring! Brrrring! My alarm sounded, I turned and tossed, I didn’t want to get off the bed. It was the D-day, my first day in middle school, still an inexperienced 9 year old kid. I woke up at five, so anxious I could go take a dive; scared and happy all at a time. I looked up at the sky up above, seeing the sun shining on me below. I took my bath, went to my room; spent a while, deciding on how to pack my hair. I don’t want to look shabby nor do I want to look all crabby. I put on the uniform and went downstairs. Alas it’s time to say goodbye to my dad. I’ve never seen my dad cry, but that day he did. He cried saying “oh my girl is all grown”. We hugged tightly, I cried madly, because I’ve never been long gone from my dad. My brother smiled at me with eyes so trusting. Telling me I will be okay. My sis and I hugged; my younger brother with his bug cried and said he will miss me. I got in the car waving and shouting my good byes, while my brother tussled with my dad’s tie. On that day with my mum I go, to start a new life away from home. On our way, there was a lot of traffic, oh how it made me tick. We got to the school, my momma brought out my tools. I recall clearly as if it was yesterday, thousands of kids my age all crying because we were scared of this new world we are to bear. Still holding my momma’s hand tightly, we got to the gate. And we were told our mommas have to stay. Into the new world we go alone, scared, bewildered, and all alone. I looked back at the gate where my momma stayed, ran back to her and told her not to leave me be on my own. I told her to please take me back home. We hugged tightly and cried bitterly as if we will never see each other again. I didn’t want to leave her embrace, but the guards at the gate came and took me without a trace. Into the new world I entered, with no friends a yonder. I was taken to the registry room to know my dorm, while crying and asking for my mom. I’ve heard a lot about boarding schools from my brother, about all the bullying that matters. When I got out of the registry room, it was then I realized to look at my surroundings. I saw the pretty flowers; I saw the new built church tower. I saw the tall buildings, took a sneak at the school kitchen. I saw how wide and big the school is; it made me think that this might all be bliss. As I headed to my dorm, all the seniors’ eyes were on me. I hurried and scurried to avoid all these and almost fell on my knees. I entered my room; I looked around to access the room. I was the only one there; my roommate hasn’t arrived yet. I started praying and hoping that my roommate will be a newbie like me. I put my little suitcase and school bag on the top bunk, then saw on the ceiling the picture of a punk. The doors of the room opened, and behold a girl I saw, alike like me in size and height, immediately I knew I’ve found a friend so tight. The introductions were made, the bed was made, this new girl and I, together in might. Decided to face this new world with boldness unknown, despite the bullying we knew was untold. As I looked back now, I realized going to middle school was like the best thing that could have ever happened to me. It thought me a lot of lessons about school and personal life. Going to a boarding middle school, I experienced friendship, love, rejection, freedom, opportunities, and having hope. Going to a boarding middle school made me know that life isn’t a bed of roses; and that not everything I expect out of life will happen to me. It made it known to me that, to get what I want, I have to work hard towards achieving it. It was then I realize that I’ve only been seeing half of the world and going to middle school brought me to the other half of the world.