Now I started to
write my school life, I was feeling opening my mind in specific. I recalled
that I always did not have good marks in the examination. I should be regretted
for my parents for could not show my best performance in the examination not
only in mathematics, but also in all other subjects. I felt thankful to my
parents for they never blamed me for my stupidity in the examination through my
school life. Although I was working hard in my homework, or studied regularly,
I could never reach the good mark. My twin brother was different. He was
smarter, and more intelligent. I did not understand why I was so stupid
although we were born as twins. Let it be, that might lead my life to play something
an important role one day.
(We were twins, but he was smarter.) (Illstr; by Maung Yit - my twin brother.)
Important
and Unimportant
There’s a great
difference of opinion between me and others on what is considered to be
important. That is a factor which will play an important part in my academic
life as well as my literary life. All my life the clash
of opinions between me and those around me is predominant especially on what is
considered to be important or not important. One may ask: what’s so important
about thinking something to be important or not? There it is you see?
(''Some of the
jury wrote it down `important,' and some `unimportant.'
...'')
(Artist; John Tenniel at Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll.)
I always met the
different points of views of me and the people around were always evident.
Whenever I believed such things were important, they never thought that such
things were as important as I believed. Whenever I thought such things were
useless and unimportant, they considered such things were important and
necessary for their life.
I first noticed this
clash of opinions when I was in the 5th standard (at my fifth-grade). What happened was
this: The teacher asked me a question, but before I could give the answer,
someone in front gave the correct answer. It was not so loud, but both the
teacher and I and my friends around me could hear it. So I answered nothing. I
thought that if I answered, the teacher would think that I was simply repeating
what I just heard. The teacher asked again. Still, I answered nothing. At that
time I was blamed by my friends around me after the teacher left. I willingly
accepted the teacher’s opinion that I was a stupid girl rather than one who
copied the answer from others. When my friends said, ‘Did you hear the answer
told by your friend in front of you?’, I answered, ‘Why not? That’s why I did
not want to repeat it.’ All my friends did not understand me. They believed
that answering correctly and getting a good impression of the teacher to be more
important although the answer came from another.
('Unimportant, Of course, I meant' The king hastily said.)
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Well, the time passed
by. My opinions never change. Only the time and the place have changed. I met
the same situation when I sat viva examination as a Master student in the
University. This time, I would never happen to be blamed again by people around
me. I made this stumbling block into stepping stone.
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