9 Years Old

Nine was a golden year, marked by my favorite school year ever. This was the year I found my voice—not just socially, but academically too. I started raising my hand so much that I probably gave the teacher’s arm a workout just by pointing at me. I was eager to answer questions and dive deeper into whatever subject was on the table, so I guess not much has changed.

What made it even more special was the bond I developed with my teachers. For the first time, I felt seen and supported in a way that made school feel like a second home. Their encouragement and belief in me ignited a confidence I hadn’t known before. Looking back, it was the kind of year that shapes you, not just as a student, but as a person.