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Note: All events are true. Names have been changed for anonymity. This is my life in "Primary school" as we call it in Singapore. I started at the age of 7 and am coming to an end now at the age of 12. Primary school changed my life in many ways. This is a brief introduction into my school life. This is not what I would call a story, it is just an insight into Singapore.
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Primary 1.
When I first entered, I saw this girl called Cathy. She looked grumpy, so I decided not to talk to her. Later would I know that she will suffer a lot.
In my school, we have value moments every Thursday, which means that a few pupils from a selected class will perform a short skit on the value of respect, confidence, integrity, and resilience. Once, I was selected. This was my first performance in my new school, and I was excited. I was rehearsing in class, and in the middle of my lines, my teacher said she was going to replace me since I had too much of an Indian Accent.
What is wrong with an Indian Accent? I am born Indian. Why don't people highlight American Accent?
Although Singapore is one of the least racist countries in the world, racism still exists. 
   Where does it not?

Primary 2.
 I loved primary 2. I got selected for a maths programme because of my high ability maths learning. In my first day, I heard this girl called Amy talking about her english. My first impression was: "Ew, she's boast-ey. I never want to be friends with her.
Later In, I'm my maths, I got full marks in exam.
(note I don't rmb much abt these years. My article will get more in depth from primary 5.)

Primary 3.
You might be shocked to hear this year.
I got an 89/100 for my Maths when I was 9. In Asia, an A is counted as a "not bad". When I got home, my mother was crying and hitting herself and hitting me and threatening to burn the paper. Yeah, that's how bad it got. I could tell she was hurt after the decrease from 100 to 89. And yes, Asian parents LOVE to compare. Icing on the cake, the highest in class was 100/100. I am not saying I hate my mom or something. I am just stating a normal fact.
My mother threw my paper and tore it and took no notice of my 78 and a half/80 science score or my 45/50 english score(she was disappointed) or my 97/100 Hindi score. My father sent a mail to my teacher for my counselling. They stopped my listening to music.
In my next and last exam I got 88/100 maths, so you can imagine.

Primary 4.
By this time I started talking a lot about this boy called Mike in my class. He used to be my BFF in p1 and 2 until times changed. I liked him since p3. He was tall, had almost-red hair, had a sense of humour etcetera. My mother thought I liked him. But I was somehow too naive and I wondered how liking someone felt like, and if it really felt like this. It was also this year I admitted I liked him. My new best friend, Amy(how times changed) also liked Mike but this guy called James liked Amy. The irony was that James and Mike were best friends.
Anyways.
I started keeping a diary and considered suicide once. My self esteem was and is very low. This year I also had a boost and got a 95 and a half/100 maths score, but that happiness was shattered when my mother wasn't happy. She looked at my mistakes. Come to think of It, she was right. But I didn't think so at that time. On top of that, I got an 88/100 In my other exam. On the good side, I came in the top 1% of Singapore for literature.
This year was really good nevertheless.

Primary 5.
I kinda loved life by now. I had a more major crush on Mike, and Amy admitted that James said he liked her. After that, Amy messaged her friend that she liked James and at that moment, James was at the friend's house.(DUN DUN DUN)
So James asked Amy online. Amy told him the truth. They remained friends.
Once  Cathy's classmate came to my house. She told me that Cathy's father had died. It was so sudden; and Cathy's mother did not have a job. I will not reveal much, but they continue to face financial problems.
Something else troubled Cathy. A boy called George was stalking her. He followed her to her house and waited for 2 or 4 hours. He sent her love notes. I told the discipline master and he, luckily, took action unlike other teachers who laughed at the problem. 
I began thinking a lot about graduation. I became more socially interactive. This was and will be my favourite year.

Primary 6.
I am in p6 right now. Life has been kind and made me in the same classes as Mike and Amy. I'm loving Life, although I still hate myself. I hope that when I graduate, I'll graduate knowing that I've left a mark on my schoolmates' lives.

Haha this isn't really a story that's fun to read, just an insight into my life. I hope you know more about me now. Pls rate 5 stars and comment whether you want more non fiction life insights or not. Bye!