Narrative Essay About Boarding School

Sometimes I wonder why I arrive, growing but to this age has not been a straightforward process full of more downs than up. Born just after the end of the civil in Uganda, I am the second born of eight children. My parents did not have an opportunity attain more than seven years of school, and they were married as teenage parents. Absolute poverty and misery characterised my childhood. We were raised in small one-bed room grass thatched house with no electricity, and we lived on a meal a day. My peasant parent could not even afford a bed for the three children then; I remember sharing the straw mattress with my sister that we laid on the floor. We shared the one bedroom house with rats and sometimes creep to our bed to nibble at our toes because …show more content…
This was his way of punishing me. However, I think I was just an adventurous and playful child. Because I was from the village, I could barely write, and I did not even speak any English, so I was not allowed to continue to next level. A boarding school was a whole new world for me, met pupils from different parts of the country. Although I was curious and eager to learn new games and make new friends, I was limited by the language. I became the victim of bullying teasing by the bigger boys. I was beaten many times, but it was hard to report to the administration because I couldn’t speak …show more content…
The internal fighting had also reduced, and I was shocked to learn that he was sending me to as a secondary school. The diversity of the students at the traditional government school and the life broaden my view about education. I had never imagined being a lawyer, doctor, or engineer because I had no such a figure in my life and none of my relatives had this level of achievement. I imagine myself becoming a studying medicine to help children poor children in Africa. I realised I had a feature in education and I wanted to be a