Elijah's Life Experiences

Here's a "short description of my school".             The chatter. The jovial laughter.             I love my school for many reasons. It is a place of joy and fun. A second home to me. Whenever I am in my school uniform, I feel a sense of pride for my school.             Firstly, the teachers there are kind, especially my form teacher, Mr Chin. With his bleached curly hair and his skin as tightly drawn as the skin of an onion, he did not fit into the typical mould of a form teacher. However, what lies below his unusually quirky appearance is the heart of pure kindness. He always encourages us to do better the next time whenever we fared badly in our tests. While he does flare up at times when we get out of hand in class, he never reprimands us unreasonably. Mr Chin will forever remain in my mind as a kind and ...

This was my first work when I turned 10 years old (Primary Four by Singapore school standards). Do have a read on the following post "Squabble in the school canteen" . “Rrrrrinnnng … “ The school bell rang for recess. Children walked briskly to the canteen. Long queues were already starting to form in front of the various food stalls when a girl stepped into the bustling canteen. The girl walked to the noodle and rice stall. The vendor’s stall was tucked away in a corner but it was the most popular stall in the canteen. As the girl queued up, the aromatic smells which permeated the air, caused the children’s stomachs to inevitably growl in hunger. Just as the girl was about to be served, a group of three girls appeared. When the queue caught their eyes, they decided to distract the girl in the queue so that they could jump the queue. They approached the girl at the front of the queue and started chatting with her. It was not surpris...