The weekend was here and was very excited as I could finally relax and be at ease with myself.
I mentioned to Chris and Jaime that I had something to tell them, they could see my endless smiles and were wondering why I looked so happy.
I told them, “I will tell you once we get home.” Since the beginning of middle school, we had been taking the bus; we had decided that it would be good to experience the school bus for the three years of middle school and if we didn’t like it then we will continue to have our parents drop and pick us up from school.
Thus far, it was a great experience, not many people took the bus to our community, was roughly between ten to fifteen people and the bus driver was always on time picking up and dropping us off.
The driver Mr.
Henson was a very nice and kind man always made sure and saw that we were picked up at the gate by our parents before he drove off.
He truly cared about our safety and we truly appreciated his patience and kindness as our school driver.
When I got home, my mum was already waiting for us as the gate and she had already prepared some snacks and drinks; Chris and Jaime were coming over for a few hours as their parents were not going to be home until 7 PM.
My dad was also home which was great as I was so excited to share my stories.
I started by telling them “mum, dad, Chris and Jaime, I have some very interesting stories to share with you about what has been happening in my seventh grade class.”
My mum asked “Oh how long has this been going on?” I replied “for the last four weeks.” The shock on everyone’s face was quite worrying but I told them “Not to worry, everything was solved and I am here to tell you from A to Z what happened.” So everyone sat in the living room, where I begun to tell my story from the social studies class to the math class, to the project presentations on the “Ancient civilization” to the situation that happened in the math class which Jaime and Chris already knew about.
Finally to the math class where we had to solve the five different problems, and then to the quiz which I took out both the quiz paper and the feedback of the social studies presentation and gave to my parents, Chris and Jaime.
After I finished telling them my stories, there was a moment of silence that filled the room also a moment of shock as it was not something they were expecting to hear, but in the end they were all not only very happy and very proud of my achievements and successes but most importantly how brave I was in facing all the challenges and difficulties starting from the subjects, to my classmates and to Mrs.
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They had asked so many questions of how I did it, why I never told them anything as they would have helped me or tried to talk to the teacher or principal etc.
I told them “This was about me and my studies; I needed to challenge myself in learning how to overcome situations, conflicts and misunderstandings and proving to my classmates and Mrs.
Clemens that even though I am a mixed colored race student, I am like every other student.
Furthermore, that I am not stupid, I can study and learn the same way as everybody else in the classroom, and I deserve to be respected and treated with respect regardless of whom or what I am nothing more, nothing less and I did it with confidence, calmly and bravely.” I continued saying “I knew if I had mentioned even the slightest problem to you or to Jaime and Chris, you were all going to get worried, frustrated, and even angry to the extent that you would head down to the school and look for my teachers and the principal.
So to avoid all that fiasco, I decided to take it all on my own, come up with a plan, and put it into action.
I told myself no matter what the results would be bottom line was I tried and gave it my very best.”
I had never seen my mother cry with so much joy and happiness that she hugged me for the longest time I could remember, even my dad.
Jaime and Chris, laughed, gave me a hug and lots of high fives commenting “we are very proud of you but of course as we always tell you, you are never alone and will always be here for you no matter what.” They were so excited that they were also going to share the stories with their parents.
At 7 PM, their parents came and picked them up, unfortunately my mum’s eyes were still red from crying and Mrs.
Anders and Mrs.
Peterson thought something had happened until Jaime said “nothing happened, it was all good stuff today, Mrs.
Johnson is just too happy about what happened to her daughter, we will tell you all about it when we get home.” Mrs.
Anders and Mrs.
Peterson replied “ok can’t wait to hear about it.” We all waved goodbyes and they left.
My mum was still crying but also trying very hard to hold back her tears while we all hugged each other saying “our daughter has grown and has become very mature, we could not have been any more proud of what you told us today, you have truly made our weekend with such wonderful news.” My dad turned around saying “we could not have been even more proud of you, you are our joy and blessing.” I turned around hugged them again and went upstairs to take a bath, change and tidy up my room. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping . com.
I headed back downstairs to have dinner, helped mum clean the dishes, and watched some television.
By 10 PM I was already feeling exhausted, said goodnight to my parents giving them a hug, went upstairs brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed by 10:45 PM, rolled over and slept till the next morning at 10 AM.
The full school year of seventh grade came to an end in the summer of June 2015; it wasn’t the same as previous years when I was so excited at the arrival of the winter and summer vacation.
I found myself reflecting on all that had occurred this semester, and just thanking myself for being able to take the stand, being brave facing all the challenges, disruptions, the negativity, and the disrespect that I had to endure from my classmates and teachers.
One would expect that I was angry, sad, disappointed, discouraged or was going to have a mental breakdown.
Yes, I was disappointed and hurt which was one of the main reasons why I never wanted to involve my parents, Jaime and Chris in all of this, but wanted to take on the issues and resolve them myself.
There will come a time in my life that I will have to face all of this again in the real world and may not be able to run to my parents or to Jaime and Chris for help so why not learn how to battle with the conflicts, learn how to deal with people who disrespect you, don’t appreciate you, don’t want to be your friend because you are colored.
I did nothing wrong, said nothing wrong, and didn’t ask or beg them for anything, I am just a regular seventh grade student trying to mind my own business, not causing any trouble or being a disruptive kid in school, but enjoying my studies, working hard to get good grades or even just a pass, that’s all!
Is that too much to ask for?
I spent the summer vacation contemplating on everything that had happened during the school year, even spoke with Chris and Jaime about it, as well as my parents.
Despite all that, it was still a good school year especially in December celebrating a wonderful Christmas and my birthday with friends and family ending 2014, and welcoming a new beginning of the year 2015.
Furthermore, I not only completed seventh grade with straight A’s, but also won awards for great academic performances and helping the badminton and archery team win the finals local competitions in the entire Chicago.
To top it all up, Chris, Jaime and I were selected to be the representatives for the MUN (Model United Nations) in seventh and eighth grade and the best part was next year in eighth grade, I was going to be in Algebra 1 math class.
What a fantastic way to end the year, don’t you think so?