It's only been a month of school, and I have already seen people crumble down. For different reasons, rejection, pressure, anxiety, or health. It is quite devastating to watch and try to support. Yesterday I saw one of these cases first hand.
It started in 7th period with our AP Lit teacher reading out bad things people wrote in their essays. The class of course started laughing. I on the other hand was terrified that something I wrote would end up in the list of bad thematic statements. Luckily I did not end up on that list, but someone else I knew did. I laughed a little bit just to somewhat blend in with my classmates. Yes I know it was wrong I should not encourage the laughter and embarrassment but hey I care more about blending in and not being different (Trying really hard to change that). He passed out our essays and I got a "C", Understandable. I did not read the entire book (Which is 100 Years of Solitude) and yet I still felt sad and disappointed for not trying hard enough to get a good grade. Anyways class ended and I went to my Debate social in which we had to elect our team captains. (We elected four amazing people). The social ended around 3:45 and I started talking to Bree. The person I used to have in debate class my freshman year. At first it was normal talk, we went down the staircase and she said "Hey can you go with me to AP lit teacher to return something?"
"Return something?"
"Yeah I am failing his class, might as well give back the laptop and book. I know they will pull me out, best to return the things now"
So we went to the second floor (Our school has three floors) To the AP lit Teacher. We stood there and waited and she said "Ah I don't want to go in there. Is he even there right now?" I stood on my tip toes to look through the small door window and said "Yep he's there sitting in his desk looking at his computer screen"
"I can't do this I'm too nervous I need to calm down but I don't know how"
I watched her pace around the hall when she finally said "You know what, I am going to Martinez's room" (Our AP Language teacher) "He'll know what to do about this, come with me"
We walked to his room and Bree told him what was happening and he said "Just tell him what you told me, that you have too many responsibilities to handle his class. Maybe if he gave you another chance you can pass the class with extra effort" Their conversation went on for 40 min it was 4:27 and it was my time to leave to the after school bus. I told her Good Luck and left. The next day she was still in the English class meaning my teacher gave her a second chance and I could see the feeling of relief on her face. Bree was not as tense as she has been the past few weeks. It was good, it was improvement. The same kind of improvement I saw in my sick friend's face. She no longer looked sad because of her disease, she was now happier. And He no longer was sad because of the rejection, he went back to his usual self. Their emotions are good now.
Now.
