When I was 5 years old, I started in school. I wasn’t even the youngest in my class, second though. I think we were eight or nine pupils. And of course, I knew nobody. People joined into groups rapidly. My first best friend was Anders. Me and Anders became friends with two girls and a boy from 2nd grade, we were in what you may call preschool. Everybody got along very well, it was a special class. We weren’t fighting that much. In third grade, two classes was combined. Same level, however I left the school just before third grade, and joined another school. When I joined the new school, I knew a few people and it was nice to actually be able to talk to somebody. It’s hard to join a class, if you don’t know anyone at all. After 6 months, I got sick of it. I truly preferred my old school, I never liked the fighting. Everyday was like miniature war. Windows was broken, even boys cried. Nobody paid attention to the teacher. I was no more than 10 years old, and of course I joined the other boys in playing Gameboy in mathematics. Before I got along with the girls, seriously, in first grade I french-kissed with two third graders. So I returned to my old school in the end. Twice as big now. My old best friend found another, and the first day I walked into my new classroom, I never felt so sad and lonely. Everybody looked at me, nobody was happy to see me again. Even though, I got friends again. More friends… but they weren’t. It was just some guys I hung out with. I didn’t get along with the girls that much, I did talk little to my old friend, Lykke (Happy, Lucky), but it was never the same. Then my “best” friend left the school, and once again, I was all alone, and it didn’t help that I sucked at every single class. I couldn’t write, read, talk foreign languages such as English, couldn’t do mathematics.
I hung out with some guys, I played football with once, but it wasn’t friendship. Something that I’ve longed for. Around 5-6th grade, I joined a little group of nerds. Now, that was something. I wasn’t exactly good at anything among these people. It helped me, I started to get better when I was happy. In the end of the year, I was much better than anyone else. I could think! Mathematics didn’t help, but I do have an estimated IQ on 129 at the age of 15. I wasn’t the top of my class, but I had more potential than anybody else. I wasn’t good at school or grades, because our educational system wasn’t fit for me, but I was good at one thing. Learning. My learning capabilities came along with my happiness, I could talk to people, which I enjoyed. Those nerds, my best friends – true friends, saved me in those last three years. We were known as “The Nerds of the Round Table”, as we did sit around a round table every recess. Nanna joined too. She helped me alot too, she was my competition. The only reason I started working for my grades was because of her. I lived to earn hers respect.
Now, we’re going to split up. I’m joining 1c at a new school. 22 girls, 8 boys. I don’t know anybody, and it scares me. Is my heart strong enough to gain new friends? I never had that instinct, and it is rare for me to get friends. Will my grades and capabilities drop to unrecognisably? My confidence is… not a touchy subject, but hard. I have low self esteem, but high confidence? You may ask what the difference is, but I don’t got an answer for that one yet.
Is my will of the heart strong enough to beat the challenge of life? It’s like I’m a gladiator, forced to accept a challenge – and I think I’m close to loosing.
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