I am a grade 10 student.
I am at the last section, and because of that everyone laughs at me, not just on me but everyone in our section.
They laugh at us because they thought that we're stupid since we are in the last section.
The section of the Dumb people, they say.
They didn't know, that all of those words that they were saying are hurting us.
Just because we're in the last section they aren't treating us fairly. They are treating us, as trash.
But they didn't know that all of us looked at them in the same way as they looked at us.
A TRASH.
Yes! they are in the higher section than us, but they all act lower than what they call trash.
And so graduation Comes
As the McGee announced on who is the valedictorian
they're all held a shocked face.
All of them, even the teachers.
Because it was me
It was a student from the lowest section.
It was what they once call trash.
As I walk up the stage
Loud cheers erupt in our section.
Then, it was now time for me to make my speech
I removed my graduation 🎓 as I held the mic.
My fingers were trembling, and so does my legs.
Tears were threatening to fall, but I managed to hold them back
"Parents, Teachers, and my fellow students, A pleasant morning to all of you. I just wanted to say that...." I paused. I removed my medals and held them in my trembling hands. " We don't need this." as I spoke I waved the medals and throw them on the ground with you'd bang.
All of them looked at me stunned, well, except for my classmate. They were looking proud.
Of course, we planned this. All of us planned this.
Our adviser was about to come to the stage to stop us but was held back by the Principal.
so, I continued
"Medals are not what we want. We want ACCEPTANCE" I shouted the last part. " We wanted to be respected as those guys from the higher class. We want them to stop looking down upon us. We are also Human. We have feelings. Yes! We are not good in other fields. But look at my classmate who is good at painting" I pointed at my classmate who immediately stands up and waved his painting in the air. They looked at him in awe. "If I and him apply for a job to be a painter, Who would be chosen if I showed them these medals, and will show them his painting. It is him right? I wanted to say that all of us are good in our field. Grades are not the things we needed to make a secure living. So stop telling us that we in the lowest section are trash."
"Stop being so insensitive, We should be practical now."
"We just wanted to be accepted in this trashy society"
And with that, I walked down.
Loud Claps we're heard.
I was greeted by a hug from my classmates
We did it.
We let them know what we feel.
Stop pressuring students just because they get lower grades or they're not good in English
All of us are Unique in our own way..
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