You are more than your body.
So much. So much more than your skin you are.
here's a backstory.
When I was in my old school there was this girl in our class. She was an orphan. I can't remember her name, just the face.I would describe her as- slumdog. Sorry. I used to avoid being around her as much as possible until one day, we were assigned a group task by my Bengali teacher. I wanted to pack my bags and leave far far away rather just do the task with her. But oh well I was the team captain.
Now let me be honest, I skipped the whole thing. I gave her and few members of our team do the work and I told them I would give the final touch to the short essay we were about to present to the whole class and our teacher later that week. But what happened then, the day we were about to finish our work, my grandma died. And so I have to bail on them, skip school. When I came back to school it was the presentation day, so I apologized to them saying I had no lame excuse; my grandma died and asked them to show me what they'd done all together. I was thundered. They wrote three lines, not even a full sentence in a correct order, and they doodled on'em! I was horrified when the teacher started to call out other groups. Luckily we were the last one to be called. So we had a few moments to breathe. When all the groups were done reading out their essay, I death stared my team members and they were horrified because we knew how this could end at the principal's office.Our mind went blank. Then to our surprise, that orphan girl in our team stood up. She took the three lined-not even a full correct sentence essay and went straight forward to the class. She made a posture like she was about to read something out that paper and we were doomed. She made out a title for our essay and we were stunned to hear it. "What is she doing?" We turned our gazes to each other in shock.
She made out a whole essay in her mind and acted reading it aloud from that paper. We couldn't help but smile. But we were part afraid for her if our teacher found out. But fortunately she went swiftly, like a pro. And our teacher seemed to like it and applauded her not knowing a thing! And we got the highest mark on that essay. All because of the orphan girl I ignored the whole time in that school. But the mental image I created for her, just changed. I admired how confident she was, even looking like a piece of shit. She was something.
I just remembered this interesting memory of my old school last night and crackled with glee how wickedly she handled the situation for my team. I wonder how she's doing now with all that talent.
So much. So much more than your skin you are.
here's a backstory.
When I was in my old school there was this girl in our class. She was an orphan. I can't remember her name, just the face.I would describe her as- slumdog. Sorry. I used to avoid being around her as much as possible until one day, we were assigned a group task by my Bengali teacher. I wanted to pack my bags and leave far far away rather just do the task with her. But oh well I was the team captain.
Now let me be honest, I skipped the whole thing. I gave her and few members of our team do the work and I told them I would give the final touch to the short essay we were about to present to the whole class and our teacher later that week. But what happened then, the day we were about to finish our work, my grandma died. And so I have to bail on them, skip school. When I came back to school it was the presentation day, so I apologized to them saying I had no lame excuse; my grandma died and asked them to show me what they'd done all together. I was thundered. They wrote three lines, not even a full sentence in a correct order, and they doodled on'em! I was horrified when the teacher started to call out other groups. Luckily we were the last one to be called. So we had a few moments to breathe. When all the groups were done reading out their essay, I death stared my team members and they were horrified because we knew how this could end at the principal's office.Our mind went blank. Then to our surprise, that orphan girl in our team stood up. She took the three lined-not even a full correct sentence essay and went straight forward to the class. She made a posture like she was about to read something out that paper and we were doomed. She made out a title for our essay and we were stunned to hear it. "What is she doing?" We turned our gazes to each other in shock.
She made out a whole essay in her mind and acted reading it aloud from that paper. We couldn't help but smile. But we were part afraid for her if our teacher found out. But fortunately she went swiftly, like a pro. And our teacher seemed to like it and applauded her not knowing a thing! And we got the highest mark on that essay. All because of the orphan girl I ignored the whole time in that school. But the mental image I created for her, just changed. I admired how confident she was, even looking like a piece of shit. She was something.
I just remembered this interesting memory of my old school last night and crackled with glee how wickedly she handled the situation for my team. I wonder how she's doing now with all that talent.
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