Back in the day, I was an obedient kid; I did exactly what my parents told me to. I was quiet and introverted to the point that I didn’t even accept the money as present from my relatives or any other strangers. I dare you do that to me now! My mom still mentions how un-cleaver I was. I never smiled at anyone including my parents. Sometimes they called me mean. I think I have it embedded in my name, Meanith Nopnem, so it does not surprise me much.
Because of my talk-to-no-one personality, nobody would have thought that I would be a teacher when I grew up, but here I am now. I have been teaching for roughly a decade now. This does not prove anything; I just mentioned it because I can.
I was a good child and a helpful one. After helping my mother prepare our food vendor behind the school premise, I changed and went to school. I had been doing that for-ever until I attended secondary school. For your information, I was a noodle-soup seller in primary school. Yes, my mother was a teacher, my father was the school principal, but you do not expect us to live off their salaries, do you? Teacher’s salary? You are not kidding, right? Well, you get the point. We had second, third or sometimes forth job to help support our living. I sell bread with milk in my class. I did not like it, though, but my mom made me do it.
To be continued…
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