If I could give you diamonds,
For each tear you cried for me.
If I could give you sapphires,
For each truth you’ve helped me see.
If I could give you rubies,
For the heartache that you’ve known.
If I could give you pearls,
For the wisdom that you’ve shown.
Then you’ll have a treasure, mother,
That would mount up to the skies.
That would almost match,
The sparkle in your kind and loving eyes.
But I have no pearls, no diamonds,
As I’m sure you’re well aware.
So I’ll give you gifts more precious:
My devotion, love and care.
Today, I witnessed a police lady deny a student at my school a human right.
It all started when we did another lesson on Internet safety (for the 100th time) and a friend of mine called Dala said to another student “we did this before last year” Here is what happened:
Dala: “we did this before last year”
Police lady: “do you have a problem with this lesson?”
Dala: “..um..no” ( is confused )
Police lady: “do you have a problem with me?”
Dala: “no” ( is even more confused )
Police lady: “well go and take a seat outside”
Dala: ( what? )
Police lady: ( proceeds to push Dala out of the classroom )
Police lady: ” does anyone else have a problem with this lesson?”
Class: ….. 0-0??
So that’s what happened, apparently it’s not good to state that you have done something before. But do you know what really annoyed me? The fact that later that day, Dala stayed behind after registration to have a talk with our forum tutor. And apparently, the Police lady had told him that Dala had been shouting and swearing at her.
That’s not even ‘bending the truth’! That’s a out-right lie! From a police officer! Dala didn’t even state that we did the lesson before to her! She was saying it to someone else! The only two things Dala said to her was “no” and her name( which the police lady thought was a fake name ). The ‘police officer’ was also teaching as a teacher so she shouldn’t have been allowed to push Dala either. This just proves that too much authority can make you into a bit of a dictator, now I’m not saying this applies only to police and that all police are abusing their power, I’m just saying that even though someone with authority may seem like someone who is always right doesn’t mean they are. And when they make a mistake, accidentally or on purpose, you should inform someone. And that someone should also be prepared to listen and act on your complaint.
Quite often, when people are scared, they run from what they are scared of. I can tell you that this won’t help, your fears will just keep chasing you and you’ll have no time to have fun. Really, you should laugh at it. Laughing at my nightmares always helped me not to be afraid of the dark. And I think you’ll find that if you have a good attitude, good things will happen to you and those around you. So smile when it rains, and laugh at what scares you because the more you look at it the funnier it becomes.
Ah, primary school. The thing that leaves such a big influence on the rest of your life. I remember a primary school story that shaped the way I saw things a lot, it all started when me and my friends thought we saw a snake in a hedge off school bounds, our school was rather small so the story of the encounter spread rapidly. Except it didn’t stop at just a snake, over time an entire culture evolved from this story, I never fully understood why it went so far, I suppose it’s due to the fact that the school was very controlling and didn’t support creativity so we were all desperate for something exciting, and what’s more exciting than our own imaginary word?
Now, like I said, it didn’t stop at a snake, in fact, it became a dragon! A blue one that would supposedly appear one day and set us free from the controlling society that I lived in. But it never came and soon the story faded away, but then, a few days after the Easter holidays, there was a storm. It blew down a thick hedge behind a wire fence that signified the end of school bounds, revealing an old crumbling house. And this is where ‘the curse’ came from.
Now we knew why the dragon never came, because a witch had put him under a curse that prevented him from leaving her garden. We set out plans to poison the witch and save the dragon, it was decided that ‘the twin trees’ two trees that grew side by side, produced a protection force-field that protected the willow garden in the school from the witches curse.
We created our own world, and it was great, until the teachers found out, dinner-lady patrols were doubled, the willow garden was banned and an assembly was arranged to stop anymore discussion of the blue dragon, the witch, or the house. A grey cloud appeared over the school that day, and it never left, I used to go and sit under ‘the twin trees’ to read my book, it was the only sunny place left. Then one day, the entrance to ‘the twin trees’ was blocked off. At the time I didn’t know what it meant so I made mental promise to see the trees on Monday.
But then Monday came around, and when I went to where the trees had been, the trees were dead. They were all rotted and all the leaves had fallen off, the teachers pulled me away from the trees, telling me they might fall on me so I wasn’t aloud near them. I was little and I didn’t understand any of it, but now I look back and I realise how much I miss that place, I used to write stories in my notebooks there, because when I was near those trees, and I still don’t know why, I could always write better stories. I was much happier there than in the playground with the other students. I find it really sad that the ‘normal’ people destroyed our world, because sometimes I think that the trees would have lived if our imaginations hadn’t died…