AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART 1

On March 13, 2005 I was born in Santa Luciana but I grew up in the barangay of San Pablo. Even though our life was hard, I learned how to be strong and to fight in life. Since I was young, I already learned how to work on house chores. I will not start my story with how I learned to walk, how I learned to talk, but I will start it with how I learned not to easily give up no matter how hard life is. In our life, it was not always good because there were days that misunderstandings happened that ended in fights, but it always became okay in the end. Nothing was easy for us, but we were happy even though it was hard because we knew we could handle it.

I was about to enter Grade 1. I did not go to kinder because I was allowed to go directly to Grade 1. There I learned new lessons: how to write, how to read, and how to get along with fellow students. I was with my cousins so i wasnt alone , but during my whole elementary days I also met and made friends. My elementary days were happy because it was public school, and I experienced many fun things. Our school was near the a mountains we called it "burubor", so we used to walk there when there were no classes or sometimes even cut classes. But that one time, they told us there were no classes but it turned out there was, but still, that time was fun and scary because the place was mountainous and people would say there were kapres when you passed by the big tree. That's why we would run quickly, and when passing by the "waig" to cross, you had to walk fast or else something would grab and suck your blood. Still, we always got home safely.

I experienced so many things,learn to participate during activity, like luto-luto. The name of our school was Buduan Elementary School. My elementary days were fun, but I also had bad experiences like being embarrassed in front of everyone. The story was that one time my teacher asked us to solve a math problem. I raised my hand because I knew the answer. Our teacher went out for a while, and my classmates in the front didn't know anymore which number they were supposed to answer. I got confused too, so I didn't know what to answer anymore na. When our teacher came back, I was the only one left in front because they were done. That time he scolded me and said things that made my classmates laugh. I couldn't stop myself from crying in front of them. I just bowed my head and sat down. That time I got a trauma, a fear that every day I was afraid to go to school and afraid to answer. I even felt that some people didnt like me but its okay, despite those things, I still chose to focuson the happy parts of my elementary journey. I learned that in every chapter of life there will always be negatives, but the positives will still be stronger.