Once, her teacher asked her why she flunked the test. Her teacher asked that in class, with everyone else listening.
I wasn’t able to find time to study, she answered. Her head down, a little, but she still managed to look at the man in front of her.
You weren’t able to find time to study. The teacher spoke, in a sort of whisper but can still be heard by the next two rows, probably. OK, he added. The OK has air in it. As if it was said together with a sigh.
The next few months, the teacher started to rant. On how he and all the other teachers just want things to be better for their students. That after all their hardships, the students will appreciate those things. That they aren’t just mere teachers then done. Something probably triggered the man. The class was perhaps, noisier, acting like not 6th graders.
So, what would you feel when a student tells you, I wasn’t able to study. I didn’t have time? he said while on his chair. Like having a soliloquy.
The class was silent. It was a rhetorical question, maybe. But someone’s mind was mumbling things. That same girl. Is he referring to me? she asked herself. I told him that months ago and he remembers.
So, here’s the thing. We do not know why she wasn’t able to study. How easy for us to say and jump into conclusions that the student neglected her education, that she neglected her teacher’s class.
Who knows? Maybe she was having issues at home. Maybe, her dad and mom had a fight so she opted to play with her toys or went out to play hopscotch with her friends outside. Maybe, she was sad. Maybe she can’t focus and all that shit we didn’t know. Or maybe, she just really wanted to play; not to study at all, for once.
Whatever was the reason why the girl flunked her exams, we wouldn’t know if nobody will reach out or if she wouldn’t speak up.
We got our own demons and hell to deal with. And maybe, as someone who has bigger shoes, longer arms and legs, can do something better than asking someone why in front of everyone else.
And to you, if you are like that girl who said she wasn’t able to find time to study, you will get through it. Though, we are not sure of it, but let us be optimistic. I know, this is not the right thing to say and I am probably messing this up now. We don’t know if it shall pass. Like, I also do not know what and how the girl felt or how you do. But there is one thing that I hope for. That you have someone to listen to you and that the world will no longer be cruel toward you like the class that day.
You are awesome.
And yes, it’s OK to play around while studying, sometimes.
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