INTRODUCTION.
Hello, my name = Dave. If you are reading this, it means my parents have made a decision that doesn't favor me, and if you know me, you should know I would not stand for this. Whose side are you on, a boy who's persistent on this matter, ready to wear them down easily and slowly, or my parents, who rule this house with an iron fist and are not ready to budge? Now that you have chosen my side, I am ready to tell you what happened.
Changing scenery or change has always been difficult for me, and I believe my parents should understand and respect my struggles. Well, they didn't. Very selfish, right? It turns out that my parents had been enrolling me in a different school against my will. If you ask me, I believe that is a crime that needs to be reported to the authorities, like the police force, because taking a minute to read it again isn't that slavery? I found out while searching my mom's drawer without her permission, then I found a paper that said they accepted my application to the school and were ready to give me a full scholarship. I understand why my parents are happy because one of their sons just got a scholarship to a school, but I don't like the school.
But I believed my parents would know what I liked, and they would not accept it, right? Then imagine my surprise when my dad told me that he and Mom wanted to tell me something. Thoughts ran through my head thoughts such as whether they were considering it or did they know I was searching my mom's drawer, my heart beating faster as my dad was about to say the first words. Well, it was not about me searching my mom's drawer; they knew nothing about it, but rather called me to tell me about my new school, so I expressed my disagreement with the deal, and it changed nothing. They tuned me out or acted as if they didn't hear me at all. They did that because they knew school began in 3 days, and there was nothing I could do to change it except to go on strike until the decision was changed.
Firstly, I went on a hunger strike, meaning I would not eat until my opinion was heard, but it did not work. I lasted 6 hours. I would have lasted longer if my mom had not cooked my favorite food. Then I went on a movement strike meaning I would not move until the decision was changed, I lasted 2 hours but I had an itch on my nose that forced me to wiggle my nose meaning I failed, but those 2 hours might have been the hardest 2 hours of my life I believe I broke the world record. Lastly, I went on a speech strike, and I was not ready to utter a word. I lasted 4 hours. I stopped because my mom told me that if I didn't talk for too long, my mouth would start smelling, and I was not ready to take any chances at all, so I had to.
The school I somehow received a scholarship for was called Mountain Peak Middle School. To begin with, I did not like the name of the school, which school would deliberately call itself Mountain Peak Middle School when there are better names like Purple Pig. Another reason why I did not want to switch schools was that all my friends went to the same school except me, and as I established earlier, I disliked change, so it would be hard for me.
The next day, my mom somehow convinced me to go with her to my supposed new school. The more time I spent in that school, the more I hated the choice my parents made. Firstly, no single soul was smiling, including the lifeless receptionist who made no facial expression, no smiling, no happiness, no life. Then, she told my mom that the scholarship I had somehow only covered the tuition, which meant we still had to pay for the uniform. So, my mom thought she could pay for the smaller sizes than my actual size to save costs, even though I told her it was very tight, she kept on saying it was what she had, and that annoyed me so much. I ended up attending school with a short and tight shirt, with that shirt, you could see every bone in my upper body, and people made fun of me.
During my first week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
I was expecting to hate my first day of school but surprisingly it was not that bad the only part I hated was the fact that the lesson was compulsory, usually at my old school you would close at 2:30 pm if you were not doing lessons and 3:00 pm if you are and lesson was optional but the majority of us in the school choose not to do lesson while others did it, not because they are smart or serious rather because their parents found out that their grades were dropping or as punishment. But in this school, we had to do lessons, and if you somehow managed to skip them, you were sent to talk to the counselor, which was Mrs. George, and nobody liked her so I hear because anytime you come to the counselor's office to tell her something personal, she always tells everyone in the staffroom and soon the whole school knows.
I noticed that most teachers were nice to me, but I soon realized that they were nice mainly because I was on a scholarship, which I hated and liked at the same time.
During my second week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
I found my first few friends, they were five and offered to teach me how things work in the school together, and we formed a study group called THE BORING BEARS. Plus, they offered to help me study during the break, which was very nice of them.
During my third week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
Every Friday we have a talent acquisition where we students try different skills to find our talent. I haven't found my talent, and my talent acquisition teacher said I will soon find my talent. I have been trying my best, but it doesn't work. Plus, I feel bad since all my friends have different talents, some told me it takes about 2 semesters to learn your talent and 1 semester to completely master it. I don't have that much time, so I have to find my talent now.
During my fourth week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
In my former school, there was no such class called social interaction management, but in my new school, there is, because a parent suggested it to the school because their son had such low communication skills and a lower attention span. When I told my mom about this, I expected her to be on my side and hate the decision, but as usual, she liked it and said I should learn something from it and embrace it. She also told me about this article she read about 1 in 200 children who are brave enough to say hello to someone.
During my first class, A mysterious man emerged from the door, all faces pointed in his direction. He wore all black, cementing the belief that he was mysterious and odd. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He looked in my direction shivers went through my spine. He said hello with a Spanish accent and a deep, intimidating voice. His next sentence was My name is Mr. Jackson, and I am your social interaction management teacher. The class went on with him asking for our names and an interesting fact about us. The class was boring and dry for everyone. I HATED IT.
During my fifth week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
I hate things that are not planned, so what do you think I think about impromptu tests? Well, this week we had impromptu tests I did badly in 7 of them. Imagine my mom seeing that, and eventually she saw it, no matter how many times I told her I would do better, and those tests were impromptu, she never believed me, and was mad at me all through that day.
During my sixth week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
After weeks of searching for my new talent, I narrowed it down to 3 options.
List of potential talents for me:
1: Chess:
I have been playing chess since as young as 5 years old and have won multiple chess championships. Chess is a fun game that anyone can learn and enjoy. I am getting better at it thanks to my superior intellect and my chess teacher.
2 :Writing a book or creative literature:
I have always loved writing letters or even books, and I do it as a hobby. And right now, I am working on a new book called The Chronicles of Dave. I wouldn't like to spoil it, but it is a story about my life. I hope you get to see it.
3: Coding:
I have some experience in coding complex but good games with easy mechanics. The only problem I have is that I can only code games and websites, not apps. Now I am learning how to code apps, but it is very hard.
4: Professional Speed-Typing:
Typing I see more as a Professional hobby which will help me in the future since everything might be digital, so I have been learning how to type faster and faster, so my words per minute (wpm) changes frequently. You can go check it out using this link
5: Digital Content Strategist:
Digital Content Strategist is a fancy word I tell my dad to convince him that being a youtuber is a real job, and I still believe it is. That is why I have a YouTube channel where I post chess-related content. Please check the channel out and remember to subscribe.
During my seventh week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
I submitted the list of talents for me to my teacher. She was perplexed and asked, Why did I submit this to her? Then I told her, so she could help me choose the one that suits me. She said, There is no need for me to choose, and I could enroll in all three. I was glad, but was skeptical if it would put stress on me, but I still chose to enroll in all.
During my eighth week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
We had another impromptu test, and this time I did outstandingly well and was the highest in my class. So, the school authorities rewarded me plus a group of people, with a pack of pens. I appreciate it, but wouldn't it be better if the school rewarded us with something kids my age value highly instead of pens? If they do, it will encourage others who missed out to do better next time. Even though my Mom was really happy and proud of the outstanding results, she said I should appreciate all they gave me, and during her time, they didn't reward anybody.
During my ninth week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
Social interaction management is a subject no one but everyone needs. Well, I know it is a shock, but it helped me in a way; now I have enough confidence to come out at assembly and say words. Words that once trembled on my tongue but now flow with ease, carrying the weight of my thoughts and the pride of finally being heard. It's more than just speaking aloud—it's finding my voice, realizing that confidence isn't about being perfect, but about standing tall even when my heart races, and knowing that what I have to say truly matters.
During my tenth week at Mountain Peak Middle School.
Okay, I will admit I might have overreacted when I was accepted to this school. It turns out the school is not that bad and has helped me in being more socially confident, they have helped me grow and find my talents, and they have made me smarter. The school is not that bad. Rather, an enjoyable school with the right mindset.
During my eleventh and twelfth weeks at Mountain Peak Middle School
For the past two weeks, we had examinations, so I read a lot and passed My mother was so pleased. Then she asked a real mind-boggling question, a real heart-racer. Imagine my shock when she asked if I would spend next term at Mountain Peak Middle School. I said yes with no hesitation, and I was so happy. Even though it seems like I am leaving my old friends behind, I still get to meet them and ask how their academic progress is going everyday, thanks to the help and aid of technological advancements. Anyway, I can't say much right now, all I can say is, you will be seeing me soon.
In conclusion, remember: life is like a PowerPoint presentation-sometimes you're just clicking through the slides, hoping no one notices you're out of ideas. Thanks for sticking around until the end-your dedication deserves a standing ovation (or at least a polite golf clap).
Probably not THE END.
AUTHOR: AYODEJI AYODELE