Student's Life
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Yes, the first day of school. Am I excited? Yeah!
I know, I know. I'm only 3 years old, and I'm supposed to be screaming like the kid next door that I don't want to go, but I need to experience this..this feeling of being out of home, out of mom's grasp to stop me from making a mess, out of Dad's reach to stick pictures of me under the ceiling fan, out of sister's vision to check out her textbooks which always has enough pictures for me to draw on..so yes, let's go..
It definitely did not take much time for me to realise that 'school' was just a fancy name for people learning to copy others in the most honest way possible without calling it plagiarism. But there are also other factors like family, friends, favourite teachers, evil professors who make a student's life a lot more confusing(interesting) than it needs to be.
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