Task 2-- Jared Silbermann

It was a cold sad day on the first day of year 4.  I was dragged out of bed by my impatient mother and I was lugged to school in sorrow. I was not very happy about school but that wasn’t the thing I was sad about it was my teacher, the devil. I walked into the classroom to find her doing her favorite hobby, shouting at kids. I could tell that it was not going to be a good year.

The devil was reasonably fat, she had a loud, mean voice she stank and she was a pretty bad teacher. She was old and had been teaching for 37 years. I was wishing that she’d retire. The first day was hell. She gave us piles of homework and shouted until she gave us a headache. When recess and lunch came it was like a vacation for my class. On the other hand my brother, Danin had been given an amazing teacher called Mr. Pain. I thought back then that it was very ironic that a teacher with such a name could be so nice and pleasant. I eventually got through the day wishing I didn’t have to go to school the next day, but unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen.

I got home and reported the news to my shocked mother who thought I would have an amazing year. After doing my piles of homework I finally had a chance to relax for the first time that day. I was hoping something would occur and the devil would go away but unfortunately that was not going to happen.

When I awoke the next morning I was doing everything to try get out of school. Fake sick, say there was no school but nothing seemed to work. So off I went. I managed that year at school with the devil who absolutely hated me and I eventually got through it with many headaches. When holidays came that year I was so happy I couldn’t wait for next year, but I was praying to god that I didn’t get another teacher like the devil. Unfortunately my prayers were not answered.

The holidays came and went before I knew it and I wasn’t too happy to find out who my next teacher was. Luckily she was ok. She was net the nicest but it didn’t matter. What mattered back then was that I was in the OC class, which was the smart class. It was not good because the work was why too much to handle. There was homework every night and I had no spare time to do sport or anything. About three quarters of the way through that year I just couldn’t handle it. First of all the work and subjects were just too much. Next the kids were very mean and they were annoying me and bullying me. So I decided it was time to change. I was going to move schools. These 2 years at that school were hell. I had 2 horrible years which was liked déjà vu. It was insane, so I decided to move schools.

One of my best friends had left and gone to a school called Reddam House earlier that year. He had been telling me how good it was. So I gave it a try and loved it. I told my mom that I wanted to move next term but Reddam said I could come next week. I was ecstatic. I told all the people at the other school I was moving and then I went. I was so happy to finally have a change from hell on earth. I imagined liking school. It was a very weird thought.  So one day about a year ago I moved to Reddam. It was like walking into the gates of heaven. The first day there was great and so has every other day since I’ve moved.

I have been so grateful to have moved to such an amazing school. The change was for the better and I am so happy that I moved. I have achieved so much in the short time I have been at Reddam. I have been a senator and come second on the year academically. These achievements were huge for me and I am so proud of them. I have also been in several Reddam sports teams which have been loads of fun. I can’t wait for my future at Reddam and I hope I will enjoy high school as much as I enjoyed last year. I also hope that the teachers don’t turn out like the devil at my old school and everything is good until the end of my education. Reddam is like heaven on earth and I’m hopefully planning to never leave.