When I’m out in public and I’m bored, I notice my surroundings more than usual. So I play a game with myself. When I see a person or family, I think to myself, “What is their story?”. I make up a background for each person. It may be dead on, it may be nowhere near right, but that’s the fun part. I wonder what people think my story is when they look at me.
Sometimes I think
It would be fun to be homeschooled.
I’d have lots of vacation.
I’d be able to wear pajamas on sleepy days.
I’d be able to spend recess with my brother.
But I also know
It’s a lot of work
For two gifted kids
To be homeschooled
By their gifted parents.
As spring comes to an end
And my A/C comes on
The windows
In my house
Are closing.
And so is
My window
Of opportunity.
I want to do
Something special
To finish off
My elementary years.
My bedroom window is closing
And with it,
My window of opportunity.
My stomach is filled with butterflies.
My hands are shaking in fear.
Slowly, I click on the button
Knowing the answer is near.
I hold my breath
And stare at my score.
There is the answer.
I have to wait no more.
It is not perfect.
I want to cry,
But that’s when I ask myself . . .
Why?
It’s not a 100,
But an A nevertheless.
I worked hard,
And I did my best
The Earth will keep turning.
There’s no need to fear . . .
I’m still going to cry.
Just not now, not here.
Look, Teacher Created Materials published something I wrote on their blog!
I wrote this for my school and thought I could also post it here:
To me, champions are people who stick up for themselves and are proud of who they are. Everyone has different strengths and weaknesses. True champions work to improve their weaknesses rather than feeling sorry for themselves. Champions aren’t perfect. Nobody is. However, champions are the best they can be. No matter the challenges, champions always look forward. Champions always work toward new goals. Anyone can be a champion. They just have to believe.
A person who has inspired me to become a champion is my mom. She supports of all my decisions. She sees me through ups and downs and teaches me what it means to be a champion. My mom shows me that, in life, it’s important to believe in yourself. For inspiring me to speak my mind, I want to thank my mom. She is a champion. She is my champion.
Attending this school taught me how important it is to express myself and speak what I believe. I am who I am. I’m not perfect, but I am a champion. I’m proud of who I am and what I can do. Someday, I hope to inspire kids to become champions. I hope people will look at me and see a champion. I believe I can make a difference in this world. We all can, one champion at a time.
Sometimes, I want to show my true colors. I want people to know what I believe in and what I support. However, I’m not ready for the whole world to know. So, instead of political statements, I make political whispers. I put a symbolic wallpaper on my lock screen or write something disguised as a poem that is really showing what I believe. I don’t think I should have to wear dress shoes to promotion. I want to wear sneakers. So I will. Someday, I’ll make a political statement. But for now, I’ll keep my volume down low.
Happiness comes in small packages
Like when you make your best friend smile
Or when your parent says “I love you”
Or when you outsmart your teacher
Or when you prove yourself to the world
Happiness comes in small packages
I can’t wait for the mail to come.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep it in
Sometimes it’s hard to be a good girl
Sometimes it’s hard to look the part
Sometimes it’s hard to hide my feelings
Sometimes it’s hard to make decisions
Sometimes it’s hard to stand up to people
Sometimes it’s hard to do what I believe in
Sometimes it’s hard to control my temper
Sometimes I have to let it go
The trees swirl
In harmony with the clouds
The thunder rumbles
Hand-in-hand with the waves
The lightning cracks
And I stumble backwards, horrified.
But then I gaze out at the sand,
Wispy and white,
And then at the sky,
Bold and beautiful.
I’m scared out of my wits.
But I’m breath taken with the view.