I was four years old when I first started going to school. I do not talk nor participate in discussions, even until now. Observing how lively my classmates were, going with the flow of whatever my teacher is telling them to do, I knew I am different. I did not fit in, nor was I trying to do so.
I remember many times when my teacher secretly pinched me at my lower back because I did not participate. I know I am always been a killjoy, "killing the joyous atmosphere" when it was my turn to be the QUEEN in a certain game we played.
I knew from that moment on, I am not someone who will follow what I was ordered to do just because they wanted me to. All along, I am a very bad kid - just minding my own business.
