My classmates look like people and they are, all of them look normal like humans. They are not so rich and can live in a castle, not so poor that they have to live under a bridge. They aren’t smart like Einstein, they aren’t unsmart like a mentally disabled kids. They're all just normal kids, students, people and children. They don’t like to speak with the people they don’t know but still will answer if they have a question and have asked them. They like to talk with their friends, they like to share their happiness and their sadness with each other. There is nothing special about them, but that is precisely what makes them special. They are very approachable and will answer the questions you ask, unless it's something they don't know themselves, in which case they will ask their friends that question and will tell you what their friend said to help you. 

Me and my classmate are like a cellmate and the school are like a jail. The jail has prison guard, and our school has security guard. We have lunch at the same time as the jail. So this makes our school like jail. The only difference between our school and jail is that when you leave jail you get a criminal record but in our school we get a diploma on your record. Both locations don’t want to see you again next year, so this shows that our school was like a jail and our classmates are like cellmates. When you want to go somewhere both places will say, “Where are you going?” This keeps on proving that schools are jail or less like jail. The lunchroom also doesn't have tasty food provided the same as the jail. But another difference is that students are allowed to go home after school but the criminals have to go back to their ward.

Everyday we see the same classmate if there isn’t a new student. Everyday classmates will say “Hi” to each other. We are like robots when we meet and talk but after school we are the most familiar strangers. The teacher always ask us to “Talk louder,” “lower your voice," everyday we are tired, just like our teacher. Teachers are like our classmates too. Without the teacher we can't make class and without the class we can’t have classmates. Probably only mate will be with us. I still remember the days when the teacher said “rent into a group and work together” and it is always that many people in one group who are left over will create a new team and collect those that don't have friends or could say leftovers. Groups are different. The group that speaks the least did the fastest and the best the other group. The noisiest group will be the happiest of the class. They are the ruled least people and their work was the most fun. The leftover group will maybe become one of those. In my view those who are left over are more likely going to become the first ground because people are scared to talk with the people who aren’t their friend. But soon they will merge and start giggling and laughing. It will soon become the first and second group being combined. A focused and fun group, who can finish work on time and still have time to have fun. In this group my classmates will become these types of people who will say, “ I Have an idea what we should do…” Others will say “Yea” or “It's good butI think we can change this” . Some will say “Perfect!” but some may say “Still don’t look good, maybe add this” Their work will rather be created as either trash or masterpiece.