When I was twelve years old, I study in mid-high school in my country. My school name was PAIN high school. My school was very old. My mother told that before this school was priaess of king and queen. They leave everything and go to anther counter. Letter government make school. This building build about 100 years ago. My mother and aunt study this school, and I study same school.
In my country school we have to stay just one class room. Only change the subject teacher. Teacher came in classroom and give the work, they explain nothing. And just sit. In my country study like that read and remind in our head. Teacher aksing about the wrok, if student don't answer the question then teacher bit student by the strck. In class room I have six friend, we was sit in one bance together. My friend Ria goes to school before me and she holded sit for me everyday.
Onedays I was go to school before her. She told me that let sit that side. I said no we sit here everyday, so sit here. She said did you see that fan is top of our head. It was very hot,beacuse that time was summer. So we don't sit on fan side. End off the period we have drawing class. Everybody busy to draw a pictuer. That time fan fall down on the cring of roof. Fan fall down two of student head. One student break her head and anther student cut her neck. They breding blood. That time our teacher run away in office room. Teacher did nothing. They call hospity and hospity people did everything. Letter my teacher come back in class room and told that she was very afriad to see blood. When she told that infornt of class everybody make of funny her. And she told that I get off our gread from your class work .That was our good luck we don't sit there. After this happeing my friend Ria dosen't sit in fan side, because anytime it fall down to anyone.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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8 comments:
hey
I like your story but you should separet your paragraph
so it could be more essay to read it.
=)
i like your story
but it need paragraph
I like your story, but i want to see some paragraph.
sharmin i like your story
well done sharmin you have a very good job with your story i like the part when said your school called pain or is it for real because you had a tough time there.
And sharmin som of the paragraph didnt make sense.
sharmin please comment on my blog because you have comment the wrong story.
great story
Good story i like it :)
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