“A B C, It’s easy as

1 2 3, as simple as

Do re mi, A B C, 1 2 3”

A new room filled with new faces.

I was no longer at home, free to do as I will.

I was now in a place where I have to stay for hours at a time.

The words spoken, hand gestures made, and the ringing bell all overlapped each other.

I was not ready for it all

“I’m gonna teach you how to sing it out

Come on, come on, come on

Let me tell you what it’s all about

Reading, writing, arithmetic

Are the branches of the learning tree”

Instructions that I had to follow were given.

My freedom was stripped away the moment my parents waved me off and put me into this place.

I was forced to learn about new things that I barely knew. From singing to writing, I had to do it all.

It was all too confusing for such a young person without any experience yet.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are”

As the days went on, I slowly got the hang of it.

School may not be the best thing, but since I was forced to go, I might as well find joy in the things I did there.

Without the comfort of my house or the ability to rely on my parents, I have to look towards a different source for help and “comfort”, my teacher and classroom.

“When the blazing sun is gone

When he nothing shines upon

Then you show your little light”