The Rhyme of A Troubled Student (24/4/2016)

I was struggling at school

With homework piles getting bigger.

I was struggling to breathe,

The air was getting thinner.

The teachers complained,

even though I'm a beginner 

My dad looked at me 

like I just murdered someone; a killer.

He said, they said
Everybody said:
"To be in first class, your things need to be clearer"

My dad told me that there are a few options that I should consider.
But no, I'm not gonna give this one up

No, I'm not a quitter.

Yes, I know what I did in the past
Yea, I'm a sinner.
But I prayed to the Lord,

and told myself that one day

I'll be a winner.
~by: Aaron J. Patrick

[P.s: To Miss Monica: sorry for this (free) blog post which was overdue for last Sunday. I hope this makes up for it. I even put last Sunday's date on it.] 

The Freedom Writers

Question: Describe how writing in journals helps transform the lives of the students. How does writing “free” the students from their pain?​

The journals given to the students' by the teacher Miss Erin Gruwell help transformed their lives by being able to express themselves freely without being judged whether it is personal thoughts or experiences such as being abused, seeing their friends die, and being evicted.
This journal is their personal space where they get to open themselves up freely and expose themselves for who they are, thus, being able to release their pain instead of hiding and segregating themselves which may lead to worse things.
To conclude, the journals helped them to express themselves better, build a form of understanding between each other as well as a bond, and therefore, breaking the boundaries of racism and discrimination. This is how the journals helped to transform the lives of the students.

[Assignment] New friends...

This week's blog post assignment is talking about our new friends in class, at school.
Honestly, I have nothing much to say about them, since it has only been a short period of time since they first stepped foot into this class.

But hey! One thing's for sure, they are very nice people.

There are two of them:
Ann Jyrr and Haqim.

Ann Jyrr:
She's often quiet but she's friendly when you engage her in a conversation.
In class, she has shown herself to be quite the ideal student.
She pays attention in class, completes her assignments on time and gets good grades for her exam.

Haqim:
Haqim, on the other hand, is rather a whole lot different in comparison to Ann Jyrr.
He is really friendly, is talkative and open to a lot of topics when engaged in a conversation (which sometimes includes jokes and utter nonsense. No offence).  In class however, he is not as much as "perfect" when it comes to academic performance, but don't worry, no one is. To me, he is alright.

This is just my first impression of these two new friends of mine.
I hope to get to know the both of you better soon.

[Assignment] The word "to walk"...

I was roaming in the darkness, searching for answers. Up and down I paced, thinking about the things that troubled me, contemplating my life before me. After all that time searching, and when I still have not found anything, I became weary. So, I plodded up the stairs slowly, with deep sighs of exhaustion, longing for a rest I ever truly desired. I looked up and there before me stood the doorway to my bedroom; the escape from this harsh reality, my salvation. Eagerly, I marched toward that door and opened it. As I stepped in, I felt tranquility. I heard a voice saying, "Come, my child. Rest in me!". It was Sleep, and I could hear her calling. Attracted by her call, I slowly gaited toward my bed, and slumped right into it. I was at rest, at peace, free of all thought and worry.