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My Final Year In High School
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Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
It was the end of the year when I bathed knowing well that every student had in mind that they are collecting their report books and the results depended on their focus and dedication during the year.
Since it was not my best year, I wasn't sure if I even wanted go and collect my report book.
I looked at myself in the mirror when my mom said "That's the version of a man I believe in. You will realise one day that, all the difficulties you went through were not to harm you, but to teach you a life lesson."I smiled as I turned the mirror around only because I didn't want to look at a young man who might disappoint his mother later.
Feeling all sorry for myself meant nothing although that's really how I felt. Discrimination of my colour at a white school wasn't a good way to end my final year in high school because I respected every culture, every pride, no matter the skin colour.
When I was leaving, my mother was running all over the house preparing my favourite dish...
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
It was the end of the year when I bathed knowing well that every student had in mind that they are collecting their report books and the results depended on their focus and dedication during the year.
Since it was not my best year, I wasn't sure if I even wanted go and collect my report book.
I looked at myself in the mirror when my mom said "That's the version of a man I believe in. You will realise one day that, all the difficulties you went through were not to harm you, but to teach you a life lesson."I smiled as I turned the mirror around only because I didn't want to look at a young man who might disappoint his mother later.
Feeling all sorry for myself meant nothing although that's really how I felt. Discrimination of my colour at a white school wasn't a good way to end my final year in high school because I respected every culture, every pride, no matter the skin colour.
When I was leaving, my mother was running all over the house preparing my favourite dish...
