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Autobiographical Essay: My 12 Years In School

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Sami Ameen Almomtan Grade 12, English Autobiographical Essay ?One?s dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.? ? Michael J. Fox. Hey, I am Sami and I am at my senior year. One thing about myself is that I am kind off not sociable/wimpy. To a guy like me getting used to and be comfortable in a new community would be hard, how about changing schools 4 times. So I am going to share with you my experience going through 12 years in school. When I became old enough for school, my parents decided to sign me in a school called : Ibn Khaldoon? All I knew about that school is that most of my cousins went to that school. So, I was really excited and had big expectations. However, the first day of school was enough to break all of my expectations. Let me tell you what happened, As soon as I arrived, I went looking or my cousins, and I saw them playing in the playground so I joined them. While we were building sand castles, a group gathered around us and started yelling and shouting : ? HASAWI HASAWI …show more content…

So, they decided to move me to a private school. Islam is a religion that has two doctrines, one is Sheia, and the other is Sonna. Although I was from the Sheia, the school that I moved to was in a neighbourhood where Sonna is the majority. However, I didn?t think that this would cause a problem. Everything was going very well until the student found out that I am from the Sheia. First, they started teasing me occasionally; which was uncomfortable, but tolerable. However, over time, they the shifted to a whole new level. Some students would gather around me and start reviling me by saying insults like religion distorted, the Iranian agent, and much more; the others would write these insults in my books; and some would even warn me from participating in some classes. The situation was

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