JE02 First Time For Everything

          There are many first times in my life. Most of them happened to me in a good way, such that led me to higher levels of life. However, there is an event that happened to me in an arduous way. When I was 9 years old, I left home and went to a boarding school. At first, I was excited about going to the school because of those fancy buildings and facilities. However, when I first walked into the school, all I saw was unfamiliar people and edifices. Even though the school is safe and comfortable, I felt extremely insecure. It was pretty hard for me in such a young age to leave home and live with other classmates. I cried in the dorm every single day because I missed home so much. I didn't even have the heart to pay attention to class because all I was doing was counting down the time of going home.

            Few months later, after I was more adjusted to the environment, I felt like I was more independent. I had to deal with many problems on my own and tried hard not to think about home that much. Although it was not a pleasant memory, it opened a gate for me to see the world and to be an independent person.