My second home School is the place where we spend most of our childhood. We meet friends, suffer with exams and even get a taste of harsh reality sometimes. I chose to spend my childhood in a quaint school named Rosary. It was run by nuns. They had classes from nursery to eleventh grade. I made friends there who I hope will last a lifetime because as I grew to learn, many of my newer friends are temporary burdens. They use people like a leech. I thank Rosary for giving me that handful of people I can proudly say will be there for me no matter what time I call. Other
My second home School is the place where we spend most of our childhood. We meet friends, suffer with exams and even get a taste of harsh reality sometimes. I chose to spend my childhood in a quaint school named Rosary. It was run by nuns. They had classes from nursery to eleventh grade. I made friends there who I hope will last a lifetime because as I grew to learn, many of my newer friends are temporary burdens. They use people like a leech. I thank Rosary for giving me that handful of people I can proudly say will be there for me no matter what time I call. Other