Two
years
of
constant
education

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That was then. I just spent only a year more, fourth grade in Philippine school (not quite the US 4th). Success was not easy without Mrs. Maute backing me up. That was the last of Philippine school. I was sent to NYC, USA, by my father to spend a year with my elder brother. I was put in sixth grade there according to my age. It was quite easy when I actually attempted to work. Otherwise, I devoted little time to school activities. I became bored enough to actually skip for school for two months in a row. At the time I was probably the most rebellious.

After that year, I was tired of being away from my parent, and I just did not want to return. So after much complaints, I came home. Now I began attending a horribly expensive school in Jeddah. Little did I think of the price, I wanted to attend it. Other than a few good friends, there was truly little else this school offered me (no sentimental value). Of course there was Mr. Reese, a close minded fool who won popularity among the students for his anti-Semitic and anti-gay propaganda. I seriously wonder if the guy meant what he said. I did not really like him despite that fact that he was nice to me. Then there was Mrs. Stupple, the first Atheist, and former hippie that I met. She was nice and at times forceful with her agendas. She was once beginning a debate with us about God, in a country that is a strictly Islamic, in a class where there were many Muslims and students who believed in God. She also trusted us enough to share memories of traumatizing childhood events. All else just reminds me of the typical horrible middle school with closed minded students and a huge push for conformity.

Then there was high school....

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