I woke up to the blinding light rays peaking through the curtains draped over my window. No the birds weren't singing, the day wasn't as bright as the sun was, and no, I wasn't happy. I sighed. Not out of tiredness, just pure frustration and anger. Who was I mad at? Me. I was mad at myself for not been as normal as I was supposed to be at my age. My parents, or dad more specifically, thinks I have a learning disorder. Some people say I have a premature brain. My mum? She believes that I fall into the category of slow learners.
I wish I could identify with her, I would if I had some hope in myself. But I'm so torn, I don't just think I can do it anymore. I've transferred to so many schools, I don't even bother keeping up with their names. All of them, they say the same thing. " ... We're sorry Mr Zeke, but the school management has observed your son's performance, and we deem it fit for you to withdraw him and make him go through some counselling..." , "... Mr Zeke, the schools management has discovered that your son might be mentally disturbed...".... we're sorry, but the school can no longer cope with the incapability of your son...".
Incapability? That's one good way to describe my situation. My dad was sick out of his mind but as much as he doesn't say it out, I could and can still see those a unspoken words .... I'm a disappointment. Better still,I was hopeless.
Well, welcome to my world. I'm Pi Zeke.
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LIFE OF PI (Still Editing)
HumorIt's actually a movie I heard of from a friend. A boy named PI who's childhood was a tad bit difficult. Don't worry, I've watched it enough. It just makes you wonder why sometimes, parents fail to see from from a child's perspective. ...
