Wherever I go, I'm met with glares. I'm not kidding, I make two steps in town and boom! a glare. It might be because I look a bit suspicious. When I'm alone I walk quite fast and only have my destination in mind. I also look around me a lot or pretend I talk on my phone. It's either that I look suspicious or my looks. I'm kind of a sheepish looking girl with black framed glasses and black hair. I also trip a bit. And have a tendency to talk to myself. I remember when I was in a group. I got a maths task so I started muttering to myself how much would this and that cost. I got laughed at for that. For thinking this out loud. And glared for talking. The reason that I'm quiet. Then I got glared by for stumbling in public, blinking, muttering a soft 'oh' and continuing on my way. So I get glared at a lot.
When I used to be little I used to be a bit fascinated by history. When I came to high School, I hated it. Not because of the subject. But because of the teacher. He made the subject boring. He was around 65. I was in Year 8 then, with an eager expression to learn more about history. The teacher was half-deaf and instead of teaching he more kind-of lectured. They also only taught british history. I wanted to learn world history. Now, at the end of year 10, I want to learn history again, but this time world history. I think I will read some books and see some videos of people making history fun. I would like to learn but from a better source. And I will. One of my teachers once told me 'Don't hate the subject because of the teacher" And I won't hate it. I will strive to learn more about it. And when my child says they don't like history, I will teach them.