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היי לכולם, לא פירסמתי פה כבר הרבה זמן אז נחמד לחזור ???? את הסיפור הזה כתבתי במסגרת שיעור אנגלית אבל די אהבתי מה שיצא (למרות שהוא עם אפס השקעה, אבל בכל זאת ..) אז החלטתי לחלוק איתכם את התוצר. אם יש שגיאות בשפה ובדקדוק אז אני מצטערת מראש כי זאת בכל זאת לא שפת האם שלי ואני עשיתי כמיטב יכולתי. מקווה שתהנו, תאהבו ותעבירו ביקורת! שלכם, אופק

A journal of an Indian boarding school kid

אופק_7 27/06/2016 1578 צפיות תגובה אחת
היי לכולם, לא פירסמתי פה כבר הרבה זמן אז נחמד לחזור ???? את הסיפור הזה כתבתי במסגרת שיעור אנגלית אבל די אהבתי מה שיצא (למרות שהוא עם אפס השקעה, אבל בכל זאת ..) אז החלטתי לחלוק איתכם את התוצר. אם יש שגיאות בשפה ובדקדוק אז אני מצטערת מראש כי זאת בכל זאת לא שפת האם שלי ואני עשיתי כמיטב יכולתי. מקווה שתהנו, תאהבו ותעבירו ביקורת! שלכם, אופק

They say the moments you remember the most are those which built you up. The moments which makes you stronger are those which knocks you to the ground with no help, and force you to get your shit together and get over it.
Sometimes I wonder what happens when life tears you apart over and over again, and before you even started recovering, it hits you again and again, sometimes even stronger then before.
Actually that is how my life looks since I was taken to the boarding school across the hills. The day on which they took me away was the hardest day in all my life. Before I could understand what happens with me, all of the obvious things I had in my life just slipped out of my two little hands. Since that day I haven't got to see my parents again, to sleep in my own comfortable bed, to eat my mom's Sunday puncake, to feel my papa's warm hug, I haven't got to feel loved ever since that day.
Moreover, when I entered the boarding school at first I was shocked. I was surrounded by all of those strange faces claiming they want my best when all they did was pushing me to the corner and making me feel ashamed for who I am and for the place I am coming from.
I must say that the first day is confusing and everything happens so quickly so you don't even have the time to get upset and too emotional. All you do is trying to learn the new place you got into, you start learning which of the people is fake, who is kind, which of them is a bully and who might be your friend in this period of time you have at the boarding school.
This is what you do through the first week and month, more specifically this what you do over the days. Over the night you let yourself fall apart and you quietly cry to your hard pillow.
I guess that over the first you cry every night wishing you could turn back home, however, when you learn how things work in this place you realize you most be strong. As the times goes by you also get to believe in the things you let go of, such as your smile which you thought you would never have on your face ever again.


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nice english bro

27/06/2016 21:35
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