My life is over. Like O-V-E-R, OVER! And no, I am not exaggerating… at least not this time. Seriously. Take a load of this. My psycho parents decided that I am going to boarding school, secondary boarding school to be precise! What kind of decision is that? That is equivalent to imprisonment.
I know, I know this is a new stage of my life and I should be excited. However, kindly explain to me how I can be expected to be excited about child labor. Apparently, I will have to wash my own clothes. First, what happened to washing machines? You know the big machine where I throw in my clothes and it does the rest? Why can’t I at least go to a school that has some? Or better yet, stay home? Secondly, I will have to do chores… DAILY! DAILY! Like occasionally is good by me but daily? I’m I going to school or work?
Rumor has it I will have to have a roommate, a random one who shall be handed to me or me to them. Whatever happened to personal space? What if it’s a senior? Oh God, my parents have clearly not thought this through. Bullying is real! My cousin told me so, I’ll spare you the details but just know her experience wasn’t pretty. I just don’t understand why my parents would take such a risk when there are so many day schools out there where they can drop me in the morning and pick me in the evening. Guess what dad says? He says I’m spoilt and I should thank God that I don’t have to walk to school like they used to in their days. As if I believe that. I mean even Flintstones shows us there was a mode of transport so what is this walking business he keeps going on about?
Remember, that time in Class 8 when I wasn’t doing so well and they took me for some camp? The facilitators there kept talking about changing my attitude and embracing change. Believe me I’m trying, maybe change should embrace me instead cos it keeps escaping me. Well my marks improved but you cannot compare camping to child labor. What happens if I miss home? I only get to come home once a term. Visiting day is also once a term. What happens to my phone while I’m gone? How will I talk to Samuel now? Like seriously, are my parents just trying to break us up? Mum says I can as well write letters. Haha, she’s funny. Even pen pals use email at least.
This is so unfair! What did I do to deserve this? I’ve been so well behaved. I improved in my exams. I went for tuition without fail. I do my weekly chores (see WEEKLY! Not these daily things I’m being tossed to). Geez I even cut back on screen time. So why I’m I being punished?
I know what I’ll do. I’ll pack a bag and run off to Shosho Njeri’s place. She’s cool and she understands me. Maybe she can convince them to take me to a day school. I’m simply not ready for all these boarding school changes. Besides, I deserve better!
Author: Joyce Ndinda | Date Created2017-05-26 00:31:30 | Comments: 0