by K.L. Mátyás, 7th grade
The
1st of September, 2013. Our hero Mátyás was excited to be in school. He didn’t
know what was waiting for him. Week one
at school: Nothing was happening. We didn’t have our books to learn. It wasn’t
that bad. We were in the prison of the football pitch. At that time it wasn’t
made of plastic grass. It was so painful to fall to the ground then. We weren’t
friends first, but through the years we realized that this is the only chance
to survive. We played football with a ball made of plastic. We weren’t strong
enough to kick a real football. This prison trained us to know that you don’t
want to kick that ball with your toes. Week two: The books and desks arrived.
We started learning. We didn’t really learn anything. Our days were full of learning the defaults of maths,
grammar, literature, English and physical education. We did one or two
exercises per lesson. It was boring and pointless, too. From then on until the
end of the 2nd grade: We couldn’t do more than two exercises per lesson. We weren’t
stupid, but we weren’t smart. We spent ten minutes or less at prison yard every
day. It was horrible. When we were with our maths teacher we studied maths, maths
during daycare and p.e and. We studied grammar and literature when we were with
the Hungarian teacher. Every teacher was Hungarian, but she taught us Hungarian
literature and grammar.
Somewhere
around the 20th of December in that exact point of the space time continuum, the
1st grade of 2013 and 2014 went on their first school winter holiday. Christmas
arrived as soon as it could. It wasn’t long. It was short. And it’s getting
shorter and shorter year by year. IT’S HORRIBLY TERRIBLE! But let’s get back to
school. The teachers or prison officers say this after Autumn, Winter, Spring
and Summer holidays. They cannot miss this. The 6th of January in 2014: The
Winter holiday ended. We said what we got from the little Jesus or poor people
from the angel. It was good cause we didn’t learn. Then we realized after three
years that we missed so many things about maths, grammar and some other things.
The 20th
of March in 2014. The first school Easter started to come. Everyone was excited
about it. What will the bunny bring for us? It was not cool! The teachers said
this is good! but we all knew that they don’t really give a single piece of
poo-poo. Sorry for those massively bad words, but I had to let it out! Then
after a lot of pointless lessons we got to the Spring holiday. Nothing happened
except Easter. We made it through every single maths and grammar lesson without
going out to the prison yard for more than
fifteen minutes, and we finally got to the Summer holiday. We thought…
We had to listen for like one and a half hours to a speech! It was one of the
most boring experiences of my life. And side note: Our prison is getting better
in time but the year ender show is always getting longer and longer! And of
course the year ends in summer, because it cannot end when it starts of course,
so it’s hot as magma multiplied by magma99 because the school has
like 450 students in every year, plus the parents, plus teachers, plus special
guests. It is as hot as that word that you are thinking about, but I won’t
write it in the story cause it’s as bad as the same word. So yeah. I hated 1st
grade and I still hate it, but I got trained through the years, and the good
news is there’s only 20 months left… ×CRYING EMOJI× and then the high level prison comes…×CRYING
EMOJI×
