Two
years
of
constant
education

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My education began with Pre-K. This interesting place was where I used to spend the day singing nursery rhymes, eating these strange cookies with an orange  punch, and painting my life away. This place did not teach me much reading, writing and arithmetic, but really helped begin my artistic drive.

My first 'real' school was called Bangladesh Embassy School. Run by the local consulate of Bangladesh in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. There in my first year I had one of the best teachers I have ever come across. She did not make me memorize the multiplication table, or ace my exams; instead, she showed how teaching is synonymous with loving. She made the entire class become attached to her through her love. I would not have come across this teacher if I were truly the little prodigy that my dad thought I was. He actually admitted me to class two (roughly grade two). There I would not understand what was going on. I felt extremely out of place in this place with all older children, until one day this wonder teacher comes and takes me to her class. At first, I thought she was some ogre or something, and was about to put me in some remedial education. However, she was not, she put me in a place with my actual peers, in kindergarten.

After a great year with this teacher, we all had to deal with the fact that this teacher was no longer going to teach. Wonderful Miss Zaman left us because of her deteriorating health. She was suffering from many ailments, some of which can be fatal.

Then there was grade 1 in that school. I got over my fear of studying, I began acing exams and establishing some sort of status among my fellow first grades. Then, all was a blur; I do not really remember attending second grade. Because that year I went to Bangladesh for nearly two months and returned to tell my classmates that my family was heading to London for some reason. I did go to London, in addition went to a mini-Europe trip with my father and two elder sisters. This streak began my two-year curse. From this point until the present, I did not attend any school for more than two years.

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