I’ll start my story when I was about four years old, the time I first went to school. It was my first step into education, and I believe I was in Kinder 1 During those early days I began learning how to write letters, count numbers, and name different colors. Everything was new and exciting. I remember feeling proud when I finally wrote my own name on paper. In Kinder 2 something funny happened I had my very first crush. I was so shy but happy whenever I saw her. Around December we had a Christmas party, and our teacher asked everyone to dance with a partner. To my surprise my crush was chosen to dance with me. I felt like the luckiest kid in the world and I couldnt stop smiling the whole time. That small moment is still one of my sweetest memories from childhood.
Moving into my elementary years, life started to feel a little bigger. I learned to read books on my own and discovered fun outdoor games like tumbang preso, tagu-taguan, and many others we played after class. One day our teacher became annoyed because my friends and I couldnt stop laughing. He asked us to step outside the classroom, and we all tried hard not to giggle while standing in the hallway. From grade three to grade six I spent a lot of afternoons running around with friends, but I still made sure to finish my schoolwork. Elementary school gave me many happy memories and built a strong foundation for learning.
High school felt like a new world. People said we were growing up, and it was true in some ways, though I still had plenty to learn. In grade seven we suddenly had more subjects and harder lessons, but my classmates and I still found time to play and relax together. Things changed a lot when I reached grade nine because that was when the COVID-19 pandemic began. At first we thought it was a long vacation. No classes sounded exciting, but days turned into weeks and then months. We slowly understood how serious it was when we heard about many people getting sick and losing their lives.
The pandemic became one of the hardest times in my life. We had to stay home, avoid friends, and wear masks whenever we stepped outside. My brother caught the virus, and we had to quarantine for almost two months. Our neighbors kept their distance, and it felt lonely. We prayed together every day, asking God to keep us safe and help my brother recover and thankfully, he did. But the toughest part came when my father got sick and passed away from COVID. What hurt most was that we couldnt visit him in the hospital or say goodbye before he was buried. At the same time my mother became ill with pneumonia. Those weeks were filled with worry and sadness, but our family kept our faith. We believed God was still with us and would not leave us. Over time my mother got better and we slowly found the strength to keep going. Finishing senior high school after all those trials felt like a true blessing. I will always be thankful to God for guiding us through such painful days and showing that, in the end, things can work together for good.
Now I am in college, and I feel more grown-up and able to understand what life really means. When I started my first year, I wasnt sure if I had chosen the right course. I didnt have much experience with computers or coding, and everything felt unfamiliar. But as time went by, I began to learn step by step. Each subject I passed gave me more confidence. I finished my first year, then my second, and now Im already in my third year of college. Looking back, I can see how far I have come since that little kid in kindergarten. My journey has not been easy, but it taught me to stay positive and to keep working toward my goals. Life will always have challenges, but if you believe in yourself, stay close to your family, and keep your faith, you can overcome anything and reach success.
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