The story begins when I stepped through into the world of kindergarten,

Never did I expect that languages would be that much of a concern,

Mandarin was my starting point,

The title of “most difficult subject” I would soon anoint,

To a subject that seemed like rocket science,

I scratched my numb head,

And yet, no logical thought was bred,

It was just something my mind could not comprehend.

Well, fast forward to two years later,

Here I was, standing on the grounds of my future alma mater,

Primary school was quite a tub of hot water,

Dreaded even further by Hindi, I reminisced unhappily later,

And soon I grew to fear it even more,

As I learnt those essays and mythological lore.

Mum tried making it something fun,

All she heard about was the lovely nap I had,

Seated there at my desk,

With exam papers spread across my pillow nest,

Neglected until they flew off the bed.

Eight long years I endured,

A subject that sometimes was interesting,

But sometimes the worst of all,

While sweet memories were made,

When I looked at the score on my final paper,

The hard work continued, as I persevered,

Through the final years of my Hindi trails,

Trudged through the final laps,

And then I flew all the way across the map.

Now I’m on a new journey,

French and Korean and German,

Who knows where this will take me?

Of a crown I’ve been deemed worthy,

By Em the great, who FINALLY believed,

I’ve learnt so much and come so far.

With an inventory of six,

Great different languages,

That fill up my mindscape in every moment,

Perhaps I’ll go even further,

I’ve got Korean, French,

German and English,

Hindi and Bengali,

And perhaps a bit of Spanish too,

Standing strong right there by me.

Signing off…