The Wagon 097 thoughts to be processed
When I was young, during my elementary school days, I wasn't an excellent student. Despite the fact that I had this small stature, younger than some of my mates, not able to converse in a simple constructive English language, not neat enough to be recommended as a student, but all these did not connote that I was the worst student in class. I was an average student that was trying to maintain his stand in between or slightly below the middle of the rank of excellence. I was not one the students that always look forward for a gift at the end-of-the-year party ceremony, which sometimes I won't feel like paying for the party except whenever I was giving a role to play, either in the drama group or cultural dance. That's when I did feel responsible. Throughout my primary school days, I couldn't find my muse as a prospective student, not until when I got to secondary school. I decided to change my status as a student, to change my ways and reschedule my plans as a good ...