The next day and the day after were blissful for me. In fact, it was one of the greatest weekends of my life as a kid.

On Saturday, a friend of my mom came to our house with her car and took us out along with her son. She seemed to be very close to my mom, and given my mom's personality, I wasn't surprised.

My mom was really good at making friends, and she still is. I enjoyed myself on Saturday. We went to a place that had a gaming room and a cinema. My mom called it a plaza. While my mom spent time with her friend, I spent time with her son, Isaac.

We played video games for hours and talked about the movies we liked, our favorite games, and school, though we didn't talk about that topic for very long. Funny as it may seem, I didn't tell him about the strange things that had been happening in my class. Instead, I hyped up the school.

We became friends instantly. Later that day, we ate snacks and drank ice cream that my mom's friend had bought. The woman really made our weekend memorable.

Sunday was not like Saturday, but it was still fun. We went to our new Catholic church, St. Peter. The thing that made that day fun was Sunday school. We did a Bible quiz, and I won several times. I also made new friends there, and I enjoyed talking to them. So that's how my blissful weekend came to an end.

The next morning, I got ready for school, ate breakfast, and, as usual, we went to the bus stop. We took different buses to our respective destinations. I arrived at school early that day, wearing my uniform, which was neatly ironed.

I actually felt odd wearing that uniform because of its color, pink, which I despised.

Well, the assembly that day was brief. A lot of my classmates kept staring at me, and I could tell that something was off. I guessed wearing the school uniform got their attention because they were already used to seeing me in mufti. I even forgot to tell you all that my mom complemented how I looked in the uniform that morning.

Now let's go back to what I was saying. As I said, the school uniform got my classmates' attention. They were staring at me in the assembly and in class. Everyone was looking at me like I was an alien or something. It made me feel nervous.

My friends, Amanda and Michael also complemented me on how I looked in the uniform. Even the principal and Mr. John, our class tutor, commented on how nice I looked. Despite the attention, I felt okay. That day was the best I had had since starting the school.

Jessica stopped staring at me, and Rebecca never spoke to me or showed any signs of grudge, although she might still have been holding a grudge against me. She left me to my own devices. There was no sign that she would try anything funny with me.

Some weird stuff still happened in my class that day, but nothing that alarmed, scared, or disgusted me. A boy started dancing crazily in front of the class when he was punished by our Basic Technology teacher, Mr. Mathew.

We called him "Tutor Mathew" then. Obviously, all teachers were called tutor. I just loved referring to some of the teachers in a formal manner while others in an informal manner, since they were all a part of my past. So, back to the story:

The boy kept hitting his desk repeatedly while claiming that he was killing ants that he saw on it. Mr. Mathew didn't care about his explanation and flogged him all over his body in front of the whole class. The boy's dancing seemed awkward, and, as expected, the whole class burst into laughter, with the exception of my seatmates and me.

We all felt a little pity for the boy. That was the first time I saw Mr. Mathew flogging a student. He always seemed like a calm teacher. He didn't appear strict by his appearance, but his behavior proved otherwise.

After that class, we had two more classes before the bell rang for the first break. As usual, my friends and I hung out in the school compound after buying snacks and a soft drink, which was sometimes a mineral and sometimes a nutri drink. This time around, we were the first to enter our class just as the break was about to be over. Yes, we took advantage of the time.
We just felt like entering class early before the break ended.

When we stepped into our class, we saw something that was not strange to Amanda and Michael. But to me, it was a bit strange. One of our classmates was facing the wall and muttering something. He looked as if he was talking to the wall. At that moment, he looked like a psychiatric patient.

I revisited my thoughts about my classmates being weird. I started to wonder if there was something in the air or water that was making everyone act strangely. I found it odd that weird things kept happening in my class every day I went to school. "Even if weird things do happen, why do I keep witnessing them?" I thought to myself. "Maybe there are more weirdos in my class than normal students. Perhaps I am just realizing it slowly," I thought.

Even if my classmates were all weirdos, they could not possibly show it all at once because that would be too obvious. Then again, maybe everyone else was completely normal, and I was the one who was weird. That thought disturbed me. I knew that I was a normal kid, but maybe I saw things differently than everyone else. Maybe I just needed to learn to see the world the way other people did.

"Why do I think these things?" I wondered. "Maybe I'm just overthinking."

Well, I asked Amanda and Michael about the guy who was muttering something at the wall. They both told me he does it a lot, and it's kind of his daily routine. They also said he is just as normal as any other student. They said his name is John. I believed what they said, but I still thought it was strange.

I wanted to learn more about John and why he did what he did. Maybe there was a reason behind it that I didn't know about.

I have to say this: Before I came to John Felix Academy, I knew that humans can have some little quirks, but after seeing how weirdly some of my classmates behaved, I realized that not all weird people are weird. Some are just in a different league.

Anyway, let me get back to what I was saying. The guy muttering at the wall ignored our presence and kept doing what he was doing. Amanda and Michael were unfazed by his behavior, as they were used to seeing him do this. So, we went back to our seats and shortly afterward, the bell rang, signaling the end of break.

Just then, our next teacher, Mrs. Russell, walked in and started the class. She was one of my favorite teachers, and I always enjoyed her classes. She was kind, funny, and always made learning fun. She was the one taking us Social Studies and Civic Education.

That day, she was teaching us Social Studies. We were studying about the agents of socialization and how they shape our lives. These agents included family, peers, schools, the mass media, and religion. Mrs. Russell explained how these different agents of socialization can influence our values, beliefs, and behavior.

I was really interested in what she was saying and found myself wondering how much of who I am is a result of these different agents of socialization. Maybe the answer to that question would be different for everyone, I thought.

Mrs. Russell asked us to get out our textbooks and turn to chapter 16 on "Agents of Socialization." We began reading the chapter and taking notes on what we learned. The text covered all the different agents of socialization in more detail and explained how they affect us. It was really eye-opening to learn about all of this.

Before I knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of Mrs. Russell's class. After she gave us an assignment from the social studies workbook, she left the room. We had one more class before the bell rang for second break.

As I gathered my things in my bag before heading out of the class with my friends, I thought about what I had learned in Mrs. Russell's class. It was fascinating to think about how the different agents of socialization can shape who we are and how we see the world.

I wondered if the things I'd been exposed to had influenced me in ways I didn't even realize. Maybe they had shaped my beliefs and values more than I knew. I was deep in thought as I walked out of the class with my friends.

Minutes of chatting and playing with my friends were over when the bell rang. It was time for the next lesson. Mr. John, Mr. Adisa, and Mrs. Sandra all taught us during the lesson and gave us a lot of homework.

After school, Michael and I walked home together as usual.

On the way, we talked about our day and the various things we had learned. When we got to my house, I waved goodbye to Michael and went inside.

My mom was in the kitchen making dinner, and she asked me about my day. I told her all about my classes and the interesting things I had learned.

After dinner, I did my homework and then watched TV for a while. Later, I got ready for bed and fell asleep thinking about the different agents of socialization and about John, the guy I saw muttering something on the wall.

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But come to think of it, 🤔🤔 it's really crazy to be in a school like John Felix Academy. I'm wondering. How would y'all have felt if you were in Paul's shoes..Well, for me, I don't know how I would have felt exactly but I do know it won't be something good 😂😂😂