There is an inner voice saying that I am going to express my feeling in the blog for a few days and then I will forget about it again. It just tells me to piss off, but I don't care whether I will stay here for a while or for the rest of my life. I will just try to make it as a mean to express myself. I just hope that this will help me to grow up a little bit.
To start off, I want to talk about the word "Grown Up". I am 25 years, 3 months, and 2 day old which means I have been seeing this world for 9217 days. It is quite along journey since I was born. The first 2190 days of my journey were the most happiest time of my life. I spent half of them in sleeping, and the rest are on eating, learning new things, playing with my siblings, neighbors. Those were the happiest time because I never have to care about anything, so 2190 days are well spent. From day 2191-9217(now), which is 7026 days, I have been put in the formal education. Since 2191th, I have been fighting with this education life. Why I used the word fight? Do I hate it? Yeah, you can say so. Since the beginning I never like studying. It was not that i was born with loathing education, but it was because i was born in an environment where distracting has been everywhere.
At grade 1(2191-2556), I dislike studying because I was distracted by neighbor kids, and my family. I went to class in the morning and I came back to play with my neighbor friends in the afternoon until evening. At night time, since I was so young, so studying at home or doing homework was not part of my life. Normally, I spent my night watching TV with my family members. As you can see, I only went to school in the morning and the rest of the day were distracted by neighbor and family member. So how was I supposed to focus on my studying? Even in the class, kids just kept talking to each others and never focused on what they studied, so studying life was a waste and a burden to my childhood life. I even rent a female student sitting next to me to write the Letter for me. I spent 1 hundred riel for that. And I still remembered that girl's name. To put it worst, I didn't even finish my whole grade since I had got an accident-- my belly was cut for 50mm length. It was lucky that I was still alive because when i had the accident there was a doctor there, so she started operating me immediately and I was saved. Honestly, I was happy that I got that accident because I don't have to go to school anymore, all of my family members show their cares to me and the best thing about that was I could use my older sister to buy the cake I wanted to eat because normally she always used me to buy snack for her so I toke that opportunity to revenge on her.
At Grade 2 ( 2556-2921)... To be continued....
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