The other homerooms, I believe, didn’t discuss very deeply the message given by Mr. Brown, but my homeroom, well we talked. We talked about suicide being a result of harassment by fellow classmates, and when we came out of there I couldn’t think. All these images were on rewind back to sixth grade. I’m not saying I wanted to commit suicide, no please don’t confuse my words, these memories were of me being the victim. I also felt guilty of the fact that I was participating now, today, with my friends, in making fun of the awkward kid.
Eventually, the images went fast forward to the time I graduated my old school, god I felt so liberated, free, and walked into a new one. Yeah, that’s my blessing. My school, I’ve been attending for two years, and graduating this year. But, this time I don’t want to graduate. I remember counting the days in sixth grade just waiting for that day. Now, all I want to do is subtract.
Thank you, to my teachers, and my friends. For changing my life. You, didn’t even know it…
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Notes of the Past and Present (Part 2)
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