GuiltyA Story by kimYa flavored something
Guilty! By Kim Smith©2008
After those days of going through hell to prepare for exams, everything had finally reverted to normal. It had been a busy day as Teacher's Day loomed around the corner. As a prefect in charge of Teacher's Day and as a member of the Drama Club, I had lots to prepare for. I had a headache and was totally exhausted, just a few of the sufferings for rushing here and there without a break, and decided to take my mind off of the situation I would use a free period to ask my teacher for my math results.
Luckily...I did ok. I had enlisted a classmate to go with me and she saw her red-marked result. Well, I think you know what that means. She didn't look well after that. I asked her whether she was okay, but she didn't say much, just went off to our class and ignored me, leaving me behind. I followed at a slow pace, giving her time. After a while, at last I could really breathe freely and settle down in my class. She was sobbing. I understood her feelings after all. Perhaps the competitive atmosphere and anxiety about the exams, or even worse, to the future, gave rise to her conflicting emotions. With all her 'good' friends surrounding her, I could hardly go near, but I waited until they moved away and tried to comfort her. She talked to me, tears falling golden on her cheeks. “My parents will never understand. They expect nothing but the best from me. This will kill them.” I suddenly felt guilty...for asking her to go to see the teacher with me.
I feared my guilt would affect my efforts to make her feel better, so I took a tougher approach. "Girl, you’re already 16, a mature teenager. Be bold and brave. Accept the truth and try to figure out what's your main problem. There's nothing impossible in this world. Try to find a proper solution of studying. And try harder next time. We’re all willing to help you if you need us. Cheer up!"
She nodded, and we ended the talk. I never knew the outcome, I was too afraid to ask her.
My advice to her was easy for me to say. I knew I would never understand her feeling. I really wanted to help her, but how? Failing a subject that you really have done your best in, is a bad experience. No matter how I tried to convince and comfort her, she still needed to take out her courage to face the problem. I hope her parents took the news in stride and offered to help her as her friends and I had done. Education is not a solitary effort. It takes the knowledge and strength of teachers, parents and students to achieve excellence. Oh, and sometimes, a little bit of pixie dust. © 2008 kimAuthor's Note
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Added on March 16, 2008 AuthorkimGrand CanyonAboutKim has been writing short stories and novels since early in the 1990's and has just now begun to publish. You can find her website at mkimsmith.com. The most recent book to come out is Grand Canyo.. more..Writing
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