In New Zealand, we go to school just after our birthday . As you'll know i was born on December 25th, meaning I didn't have to do Year Zero.
Others did and they were already friends with each other, I was ugly, awkard, stupid, silly and isolated kid of the school. There was, fortunatly, a girl who was born in December, so I wasn't totally alone.
We became friends and hung out until around September, when she moved away. Through her, I had some friends in other classes so I wasn't really alone, but I felt alone and became the teacher's pet. At that time, I don't think kids really cared who was the teachers pet so I wasn't tormented (I did three years later, though).
We had this day at school when everyone brang food and shared it with the class, that was the first time I ever had chocolet (my father hated chocolets and candies, saying it makes my teeth rotten)
I remember art class, when we drew vocanoes and the next day we did the Coca Cola-and -mentos-volcano-making experiment, and I got the Cola all over my uniform. My mother scrubed and scrubed but the stain remains.
And the school trip to a museum. I got lost, and made the teacher go near crazy (yup, I'm not the model student, despite being one of the top students).
On the last day, the teacher thanked me for helping stuff and gave me three gold star stickers. I had a total of thirty six gold stickers and got a lovely bag of gummies and candies (which my father happily consumed).
