My First Day Of Montessori Reflection Essay

I believe that my story truly gives an insight into my character, a story that I am conscious to share simply because of the intense vulnerability that it incites. As a man, generally I would view this vulnerability as a weakness however for whatever reason now I understand that real strength is in fact in acknowledgement of one’s weaknesses whilst putting the “haughty alpha male” perspective aside. Whenever I reminisce my past it stirs a frenzy of emotions in my head, emotions that I am unable to fathom. Nonetheless this is an attempt to open up and to come across as a more original and authentic version of myself.
My father and mother both married at a young age. My father was in the military and so we constantly travelled throughout the country. At a very tender age I was in utter confusion of my surroundings as every few months or years we would pack up our belongings and

Being the first child in the family, I was very nervous around kids my age; seldom did I talk or play with them which made me into an awkward kid. It was somewhat overwhelming to move into new neighborhoods and especially new schools because of the simple fact that it was all going to be temporary, I was not very good at rapidly acclimatizing to new places. I still remember how much I hated going to school, On my first day of Montessori I held tightly to my mother and cried but the lady peon yanked me away and took me in nonetheless. One of the most significant phases in my life was when my family and I moved to a small colony in the city of Taxila. Unlike any other cantonment we had lived in, this was very different because for