Happings in April

As the days went by, everything seemed to get redundant. Plus motivating my self to keep writing is a challenge.
During this whole month that i haven't been writing, time seemed to fast forward. My body has been melting into my schedule. Waking up early, going to be late, sometimes falling asleep on the couch when i get home. Its been keeping me occupied.

I am still thriving in school. One thing that i found out about myself, is that i seem to be drawn towards bad situations. to me, its like a test to see if i can stay happy. And the smiles always seem to come through.
I've also started saying "This is good" in any situation. even the bad ones. I got this from a story that i will tell in a sec. but ever since i been saying that in school, no one thinks anything is, in there mind, Good. And i do everything i can to prove them wrong.


Here is the story

THIS IS GOOD

A king in Africa had a close friend he grew up with. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) and remarking, "This is good!"

One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off.

Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, "This is good!" To which the king replied, "No, this is NOT good!" and had his friend sent to jail.

About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him and took them to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake. As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king was missing a thumb.

Being superstitious, they never ate anyone that was less than whole. So untying the king, they sent him on his way. As he returned home, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend.

He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend. "You were right" he said, "it was good that my thumb was blown off." And he proceeded to tell his friend all that had just happened. "And so I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this."

"No," his friend replied, "this is good!"

"What do you mean, 'This is good?!'" How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year."

"If I had not been in jail, I would have been with you."


I have told this story many times and i will tell it many more.


So, back to school! Yay!
Well, on the surface my classes are going well. But everyone knows its not whats on the surface that matters. I hate English, but its a love hate relationship. I love it because it makes me feel accomplished. And even i have noticed that i have been using bigger words. I hate it because everything has to be exactly how the teacher wants it. We started studding poems, and were assigned different poets to do research in the library over. Now i have never done the note card thing were when you find something in a book that you want to write down, you have to put it on a note card and state the source and the page number. Then after you get all of that, you have to paraphrase it to your own words with out plagiarizing it. Crazy. So i had 20 of these cards due, i even went to school earlier and stayed later so i could keep working in the schools library. I had 17 note cards with half of them paraphrased, and my stupid self put more than 1 sentence on each card... So that day that all that was due. I only got a 50 on a test grade. Now test grades are 60% of your full grade, quiz grades are 30% and daily work is 10%. That pushed proud grade of 75, down to a 67. Even tho i had everything in text that Mrs. Rayome asked for. To me, i would love to be good at English. And how the teacher didn't see anything good in what i did made me want to feel like a hopeless foul. Key word in there is "want". But i could easily see how that would make another kid feel like they are horrible at English or any other class! I believe that you are what you honestly think you are. If you say that your bad at English, then you probably will be. Unless you just trying to be modest. But that is still a step in a negative direction. This is good! maybe. :)
Well... Algebra is still easy for me. No problem at all with the work. But the teacher is not on my nice list anymore. I'll give a little back round so its easily-er understandable. I successfully started a cape day. It was the first and last Thursday of the month. i had about 6 people who wore capes with me. it was amazing. My cape is so awesome that i had people taking videos on cell phones of me running down the hallways like a ninja. At first the teachers didn't mind. But one day, one of the other guys that was wearing a cape had a class after me in English. Same teacher, the same one that did NOT say anything to me about my cape had an AP come and take him to the office for wearing a cape. Now he wont wear a cape anymore. another example of a kids life being run by fear. So i instead of wearing a cape on one of my Thursdays, i wore a lab coat with a name tag tat said "Dr. Madisun Holtzman" and carried my bag around like it was a briefcase. Claiming that people weren't eating their apple a day. and now the Doctor was here to stay! I walked into Algebra like that and the teacher looked at me and said sarcastic tone "Really?..." With the biggest smile on my face i said "Yes, i am really wearing a lab coat." She didn't say anything back. Class went by normally. Dam teacher trying to belittle me. Another day i decided to wear my extremely curly jew fro wig. O god, this got me so mad, but i didn't loose my cool. This wig is very realistic looking; I had people believing me that i "just didn't straighten my hair today". And they wouldn't know it was a wig until i asked them if they wanted to feel it. Well, teachers are not as gullible.
I took not more than 4 steps into the classroom when someone says “Madisun, your hair?”
Next thing I hear in the angriest voice I believe possible “TAKE THAT WIG OFF RIGHT NOW”
I looked her right in the eyes and said “One moment please, I would like to sit down first”
“No, take it off now and don’t make me say it again…”
Meanwhile every body in the classroom was dead silent with huge eyes.
I will admit that I took my sweet time walking to get my book and calculator before sitting down, but I was furious and started loading my words incase she was going to fire again.
Glaring at me as I slowly sit down with a big smile on my face, I took it off and started fixing my hair then I asked “Are you better now? Because there is no need to be teaching in a negative environment”
She didn’t say anything back.
I turned and started laughing about something with the people around me.
During that whole class I sat there thinking of how I was going to confront her and what I was going to say. And my moment of truth came when the bell rang and everyone rushed out of the classroom.
Coach Tumilty seemed like she was busy on the computer.
I walked up to her desk confidently but still a little nervous.
I say “excuse me, Coach Tumilty? Could I have a word with you?”
She turns to me with a blank face
Her: “Sure, what is it?”
Me: “I just wanted to talk to you about the start of this class. I really didn’t like the way I was treated by you when I walked in and wanted to let you know that I wasn’t wearing that to disrespect you in anyway. You have posters up all over the walls here that say ‘Dare to try’, ‘have the courage to be yourself’, and ‘you can’t be positive when you’re negative’. Well, I know my purpose in live is to make others happier and school can be a really down place with lots of bad feelings. Sometimes people don’t realize how much a smile can make your day better and I strive to spread happiness as far as I can. That was me being myself, and you tried to shoot me down. If I was any other kid that was trying to come out of his or her shell and be a better person and was shot down like that by a teacher, that could have been devastating. And for your information, I was planning on taking it off when the bell rang.”
With a look of shock on her face “The reason I told you to take it off was because within seconds of walking in, you were already disrupting my classroom. I have nothing against you and I am sorry if it sounded harsh but it needed to come off. I have let you wear many other things goofy things and I understand that is who you are, but the wig was just too much”.
Me: “Well, thank you for your apology but if I didn’t come up here to talk to you, I probably wouldn’t have gotten one. My favorite quote is ‘You may forget what someone said, but you will never forget how they made you feel’. I hope you have a wonderful day and I will see you tomorrow”.
I left and walked right next door to Teen Leadership.


I’ll write more soon, I am deprived of sleep and need to finish some homework :)