My Educational Journey

I have always asked people to say that education will never end, I saw it happen on my educational trip. My educational journey began in 1991 when I was 6 years old and I received primary education in my hometown Rwanda. The school is near our house and my parents encourage us not to miss the course. This harmony has been plagued by the genocide in 1994 which was discovered in the 4th grade. In 1995 when we returned from Burundi, I re-entered my 4th grade and continued on to 6th graders. Many challenges brought about as a result of war, such as poverty, lack of family support, security instability, became a sixth grade before I was promoted to junior high school.

In short, my journey of education: I am thinking of achieving good results at high school and university, realizing the experiences and skills I did not learn at the graduate school, and becoming a topic of teachers. I always love tutoring, and I am convinced that education is the best gift I can give. Then I remembered the average salary of my wife, my newborn son, and a teacher who is considered to be our plan for a larger family. I still have some shame

When I returned with my parents, of course I transferred to a new elementary school. I clearly remember. This is Long Sayby 39 on Longwood Avenue in East Bronx. I think that this is the real beginning of my educational journey in this country This is the trip I followed in the 1990s at Stanford University and Lorraine and I are almost continuing every semester. When I lived with my uncle Leo and public school, school officials decided that I was not ready for fourth grade, so I was asked to repeat my 3rd grade. I do not think anyone is particularly surprised because the school teacher can not understand what I explained during the first few months.