Expository Essay. Trust.

warning: i wrote this when i was like 12 and i thought it was a good idea to post it online but guess what this is shit dont use this as reference

This summer I learnt a lot about trust and trusting people. The more time I spent with my friends and family the more I learnt about trusting people. You trust different people differently. Some of them seem trustworthy and make you want to tell them your biggest secrets from the very start, whereas you still wouldn’t rely on some people even if you’ve known them for “100 years”.  So this essay is going to be on what I have learnt about trust during the summer.

               Let’s start from something many people would agree on. Most of us think that we trust people we know a lot. Our parents, our best friends, relatives, or cousins; these are the people closest to us. They have known us since a long time and we know them too. These people surely know what present to give you on your birthday or just how to make you happy. So do you. But sometimes when it comes to things like secrets you would rather not tell them anything. Telling a stranger something you might be even ashamed of would be easier than telling the same thing to a close friend. Even if a stranger will always be stranger, it sometimes easier to tell them something you don’t want anyone to know about because you know that you’re surely not ever going to see them again. Looking into the eyes of your best friend every day and knowing that they know your biggest secret in the world could be tough. What if it’s a secret that you’re very ashamed of? Knowing that you’re not the only one in this world knowing it makes it easier, but knowing the person who knows it too is not.

               So sometimes is talking to a stranger is easier than talking to a friend? But people we feel easy to talk with are the people we trust. So we trust strangers more than friends? What’s so special about friends then? The thing about people who are close to you is that you surely know that they won’t let you down. That’s how we trust them. You know that if you’re having a hard time they’ll help you even if means risk to them. Trust isn’t only about secrets. It also is about help. Would you want a stranger to help you even to hold your bag? You surely wouldn’t because you don’t know them. Strangers can’t betray you either because they’re not your friends. You can’t blame them for not being honest with you. That’s why there’s a difference between friends and strangers.

            So my conclusion is that there’s no such a thing as trust.  You can’t define it with one word because it has such different definitions. You trust different people differently. Some are good for keeping your secrets and some are the best advice-givers. Indeed, sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger than a friend, but it doesn’t mean you don’t trust them. It’s your choice who you want to talk to or get advice from. After I discovered more about trust I don’t feel ashamed of myself anymore that I, sometimes, don’t want to tell my friends something. It made me understand that trust can be described in different ways and doesn’t always have to be about friendship.

First days of school

School started on the 28th of August. It seems like a lot time ago. Now all my summer experience seems like a dream or something I have imagined myself.
I don't really want to talk about the very beginning of school (how I met my friends, the bbq, etc.). I'll just tell you that my homeroom teacher is called Mr. Woodbridge. I'm in the same class as Franny, Yasmin, Emma and many other of my friends. There are a lot of Russian-speaking people in my class. There's Feodor who looks like a gangster or a bully, Anastassia, Artem and the others. Our classrooms are located at the Montblanc building just like in 6th grade. We have small lockers while the frenchies have the big ones in the Eiger. Everything feels like 6th grade. I have Miss Stierly for Maths, Frau Weinz for German just like in 6th grade. The only new teacher I have this year is M. Hartmann for Science. He's super attractive and is very nice. The rest of my teachers are like in 6th or 7th grade.
For English I still have Missis Manchala. I somehow managed to get in trouble with her our first English lesson. She told us to write an essay (she calls everything an essay) either about our holiday or our room. I had no inspiration, what so ever, so I sat there staring at a blank sheet of paper in front of me. She also read us this story called "The heart of another." It was hard not to laugh because of the way she talked. I had a feeling that she was trying to imitate an English accent. The funniest thing was that she said "wOs" not "was".
I think that's everything about my first days of school.
C YA!!!