When I turned six, I started going to school. Due to my June birthday, I was one of the youngest in my class andnot meaning to bragone of the smartest. Thanks to my mother’s efforts, I could read and count by the time I entered first grade. This set me aside from my classmates and earned their respect. The teachers also liked me and often selected me to perform special tasks like supervising the class, distributing books and cleaning the blackboard. I was also expected to maintain peace and order while the teachers were away from the classroom and report mischievous behaviour. At the time, these seemed like tremendous honours.