It makes me so upset to see how some adults make things worse, such as the teacher who would only display artwork AFTER receiving cash gifts from parents.
It's so gross. And at that young age, all the kids' art should be displayed. There's room for it in the classroom, so why not? They have plenty of time to grow their talent.
I always hope that as they grow up, they mature and reflect on their wrongdoings...and become better human beings. Thanks for leaving your comment, Allie.
When I was a senior in HS my best friend was a tall, handsome guy, top student, HS basketball star, everybody loved. his parents were doctors and he had a lot of money. I was top of my class, good looking, sporty... but although my parents were esteemed engineeers, as our economy was in disarray, right after the revolution, I didn't have money. I was in love with my boyfriend, but the others didn't know about that, as that guy was from another HS. This is why a few teachers, fearing that some kind of romance might start between me and my best friend... felt a need to "save" my best friend, by constantly telling him not to talk to me anymore, because I looked like a vagabond, etc. he didn't tell me, but his classmates did. And my friends from other classes fought with those teachers, to make them stop talking about me that way. It was so strange, how much hatred my friendship with him has caused. I won science olympics in my country, I had music awards, I was representing our HS at sports competitions, yet... I was not rich enough to be.. just friends with our HS star. He was such a sweet guy, always trying to keep the ugly things away from me... 6 days after the final exams, after graduation, he died. You should see the same teachers acting all sweet to me everytime we meet to commemorate him. it still hurts after 30 years. as my memories about him and what these persons did cannot be separated, they'll follow me through the years. Bullying can not be forgotten, at least in my case.
Those teachers are vile, trying to break up your friendship and speaking so unkindly about you...to other children, no less. I'm sorry you went through that. And I am glad that your friend's memory lives on in you. 🫶
It makes me so upset to see how some adults make things worse, such as the teacher who would only display artwork AFTER receiving cash gifts from parents.
It's so gross. And at that young age, all the kids' art should be displayed. There's room for it in the classroom, so why not? They have plenty of time to grow their talent.
This is so heart-wrenching. I often wonder how kids ever get the idea to be mean towards others. Like where does that thought come from?
I always hope that as they grow up, they mature and reflect on their wrongdoings...and become better human beings. Thanks for leaving your comment, Allie.
When I was a senior in HS my best friend was a tall, handsome guy, top student, HS basketball star, everybody loved. his parents were doctors and he had a lot of money. I was top of my class, good looking, sporty... but although my parents were esteemed engineeers, as our economy was in disarray, right after the revolution, I didn't have money. I was in love with my boyfriend, but the others didn't know about that, as that guy was from another HS. This is why a few teachers, fearing that some kind of romance might start between me and my best friend... felt a need to "save" my best friend, by constantly telling him not to talk to me anymore, because I looked like a vagabond, etc. he didn't tell me, but his classmates did. And my friends from other classes fought with those teachers, to make them stop talking about me that way. It was so strange, how much hatred my friendship with him has caused. I won science olympics in my country, I had music awards, I was representing our HS at sports competitions, yet... I was not rich enough to be.. just friends with our HS star. He was such a sweet guy, always trying to keep the ugly things away from me... 6 days after the final exams, after graduation, he died. You should see the same teachers acting all sweet to me everytime we meet to commemorate him. it still hurts after 30 years. as my memories about him and what these persons did cannot be separated, they'll follow me through the years. Bullying can not be forgotten, at least in my case.
Those teachers are vile, trying to break up your friendship and speaking so unkindly about you...to other children, no less. I'm sorry you went through that. And I am glad that your friend's memory lives on in you. 🫶