A Story I Wrote

Here is a story I wrote for English. It isn't the final copy.The final copy is at school.

                                                                                                                      Kiersten Hoehn

                                                                                    Period 6

Why Leave Me Out?

My mom and I were talking today. She was telling my brother and I about how lucky we are, because we are so smart. She was telling us about some of the disabeled kids in our school aren’t as lucky as us. We should be happy we are at the level we are. Also, she told us not to be mean to the kids who are may not be the same as us or who may be in the special ed classes.

My mom inspired me a lot through that conversation. We have had this conversation many times before, but I have never really thought much about it. I washed it away to the back of my head and thought about what was going on in my life and how horrible I am going to do in Algebra.

            I never really took the time to think of others. I was thinking about myself and how unlucky I was, because I didn’t understand our Algebra homework or because I was nervous about my Algebra test. I never really took the time to think how lucky I was for actually have a 13 year brain in a 13 year old body and not an 8 year old brain in a 13 year old body.

            I had never really thought of this in our past conversations, but for some reason in this conversation I actually didn’t feel sorry for myself. I was starting to feel sorry for some of the kids in the special ed classes, who will never get to have the life I have or go on the adventures that I am just now starting in life. Yeah, you make think I sound self centered. Don’t worry, as I am writing this paper I am thinking  of how self centered I was.  As I am looking at this, I am thinking how could I of been like that? I look so much like a brat.

            Now, I am going to stop feeling so sorry for myself, because I know for sure there are people out there with worse lives than me. I am not going to think how unlucky I am for not understanding one subject, when there are other students out there who don’t understand anything or students who are in my grade, but is doing the homework of a first grader.

            Anyone who reads this, I hope you will threat the people you think are weird, because they have disabilities better. I hope you encourage them for what they have done that may seem easy to you, but took them weeks to accomplish. I hope you pick out a student sitting there alone at the lunch table and go sit by them, even though your friends are on the other side of the lunch room. Most of all just say “hi” to a person you usually don’t talk to and show them that you are thinking of them and you are one of their friends or someone who won’t make fun of them. I hope the lesson you will get from this paper is not everyone is perfect. You may think you are, but you might want to rethink that.