This practically sums up what I did today.
During times like these, it is normal for us to remember how it was like to first enter a real school. I, unfortunately can’t. My “fondest” memory of my first day of school, is really raising up my hand when the teacher asked Pendidikan Moral pupils to, so that the class can be divided more easily and those who raised their hand can move when it was time. I didn’t know what “moral” meant and I thought I was a good girl for wanting to attend an extra class.
Asna’s turning seven this year. UNBELIEVABLE.