A Story About Going To School

When I woke up in the morning it was cold. I got ready for school, making sure that I put on a jacket, hat, scarf, and mittens. The winters in Jabba are very cold, but I walk to school regardless of the weather. As I walk I pass by a giant statue of our country's founder, Jabba the Hut. Everyone stops to worship the statue as they walk by. I am excited to go to school because today my classes are math, language, cooking, and history. When I get to the school I see all of the other girls there. Boys go to a different schools. We all learn the same thing but we are not supposed to talk to them about what we are discussing in class. People go to school from the age of 4 to 15. When a boy turns 15 they leave school and joins the military. When a girl turns 15 they have to start preparing for marriage and a baby. I go to school six days a week. The one day a week that we do not go to school is used for doing assignments and other homework.

My first class is math class, which I don’t enjoy. When we get to our first class of the day we are asked to stand beside our desks and take a moment to reflect on how lucky we are to be living in Jabba. While we are reflecting the national anthem plays. Once the time for reflection is over we are asked to sit in our seats and wait for the teacher to start the lesson. All of the teachers are men because once women are finished school they get married and stay home. My second class is language. When I get to my language class I take out my laptop to start taking notes. I know that my laptop is great because it was made right here in Jabba. Most students in Jabba do not get to have technology such as laptops because it is very expensive. I am lucky that I get to use a laptop because my dad is very good at his job as a major in the army. Today in class we are reading a short story. All of the books and short stories in Jabba are written by the government of Jabba. My teacher says that it is best when we read books written by the government because they are very smart. My third class is cooking. I like to cook which is good because once I get married I will have to move into my own place and do all of the cooking for my family. This is the case for all women in Jabba. The women cook, clean, and raise the children, while the men work, mostly in the military. My last class of the day is history. History class is my favourite because we get to learn more about how our country was won in wars. A few weeks ago, one of the girls in my class spoke out once saying that Jabba had not actually won every war. The teacher sent her to the office for lying and she has not been in class since. We are not allowed to talk about that girl or the lies that she told or else we can get in trouble too.

When the school day is over it is already dark outside. On my walk home from school I see the state of Jabba the Hut again. People are gathered around worshiping the statue. I stop and worship the statue as well, thinking about how great it is to live in the best place in the world. When I get home I am greeted by my mother. She has made me dinner to eat as I do my homework. Then I go to bed and look forward to tomorrow so that I can have another great day at school.