Hi guys and welcome to my blog! This week the year 8s made memoirs!
My memoir means a lot to me, in many, MANY ways. Joy, anger, sadness… I don’t have any super special memories in St Francis, it’s my first and last year here, everything was rushed. I can’t remember one whole event in the whole semester. I only remember 1 whole day.
The first day of school.
For more context I have been in New Zealand for a few weeks. I was not used to it, I was still jet lagged, I was in shock how kiwis could live like this. The most important one though, I was alone. I wanted someone to talk with, human interaction. I felt like I was going insane in one of the ‘most safe countries in the world’. I wanted to go home, I wanted to be with my friends and my family and I wanted my normal life back. This wasn’t normal.
I still feel a bit like this, the strong emotions have faded, but how I was able to adapt was St Francis, whether I like it or not. That’s why I wanted the first day to be in my memoir.
If you want to read my memoir, you can find it here.