Things teachers do that make no sense

Last week we had an episode. My regulation shoes tore. I couldn’t get new ones, because classes ended late that day (for a reason which didn’t affect seniors at all) and I got home pretty late. So I wore the only other pair of black shoes I had, which just happened to be sports shoes with pink laces. The trouble started in the morning.
Teacher: You can’t wear these shoes today!! Not today of all the days! We have to get the authorization today! How could you?!
*To a senior teacher*
Look at her shoes! I told her to get them fixed.
Me (lame attempt to defend myself): I did try. They tore again. You can ask any of my classmates. I had to borrow shoes yesterday because I couldn’t walk around in those.
Senior teacher: See, we can wear whatever funny costumes we want on other days, but today is important. You can’t do this today.
Me: Ma’am, I had no choice. What was I supposed to do??
Senior teacher: Find shoes now. We have to get the authorization.

I honestly fail to understand how my shoes were the reason for us to get or not get authorization. Why on earth would someone be staring at my shoes and deciding, “Hey people here wear shoes with pink laces. This place isn’t good enough to get authorized by us.”
After many hours which included constantly being told what I was doing was wrong, that I better get “proper” shoes, trying to exchange laces with a classmate and being told “Now both of you look peculiar,” and running around, I finally got the so needed “proper” shoes. For nothing. No one on the authorization team came to talk with me, much less stare (with expected distaste) at my shoes.
And “funny costumes”?? Madame, I wear what I wear because I’m told to. I have no interest in wearing what I have to. You all are the ones who decided on the “funny costume” in the first place.

The week before, my mentor comes to me and tells me that I should go talk to her more often and I never do that. Why I have been assigned a mentor who doesn’t teach me anything is something I can’t figure out. She asks me if she should write something negative about me in my report. I shrug and reply “Sure.”
That seems to fluster her so she covers it with irritation.
“You don’t mind whatever I write in your report?!”
“No Ma’am, you can go right ahead.”
People nowadays! They even have problems with honest sincerity.

The most recent! We have term exams coming up. And we decided to make a revision timetable for Biology. 4 lessons, 4 days. Then the teacher says, “So on Friday, I’ll consolidate all this and give you a test.”
Why? Why would you give us a test, when we have a (let me make this clear) TERM EXAM the following Monday?

Either there is something wrong with all of them, or with me. I really can’t figure it out. There is a longer list of things teachers do that don’t make sense to me that I’ll put up soon. I wish I could tell them that words hurt more than they understand. I wish I could tell them that I’m tired of getting yelled at every single day. I’ve come to expect it. But I fear they won’t listen. And I fear even if they do listen, they won’t understand.

Goodbye

What happens when you love someone

And then you have to leave

Your heart with anguish heaves

And you feel yourself come undone

What happens when you walk away

And he will not be there on a rainy day

When you both know you can't stay

And without him things always go astray

What happens when it finally hits you

And you trudge alone down the lonely lane

Your love stands the test true

Of time and distance, yet again

I know what happens when hope fades

And numbness engulfs me

Tears and pain, like a waterfall cascade

And you feel cold, colder than the deepest sea

Untitled

This is a poem I'd written a while ago when trees were burnt down near my house. I'd recently read 'The trees are down' by Charlotte Mew, and I guess the two together are what inspired this poem

The air fills with death
Your last sound, a crackle
An unfair fight with demons
With blazing hands of red

The air fills with white
The colour of purity
The colour of death
And you are both

Is it an honour
Or a pity instead
That death for you
Is unlike the human?

You will not be buried
Nor cremated with anguish
Nor ashes floated in holy water
But swept by the wind instead

You give them life
And they, you, death
Yet useless you die
In an unfair death

The Lie

I’d write you a song
To tell you how I feel
But why waste the words
When you already know
And everything that I
And nothing that you
Will say is true

We would talk about us
And I would tell you that
I love you,
You would say the same
But everything that I
And nothing that you
Say is true

I’d remind you of
The promises we had made
The ones we had promised
Not to break
But everything that I
And nothing that you
Said was true

And even as you read this
With a grimace on your face
I know that
Everything that I
And nothing that you
Felt was true

The lost heart

Sick and tired
She rests under the stars
Tears spent
She has no more

Her eyes open
And she breathes deep
A vow
She'll hurt no more

She loves him
Hopes he does too
Leave him
That she'll never do

Hugs and kisses
She does not need
It's love
For which she pleads

Impossible he says
Breaks her even more
Stay strong
That's now her goal

She cannot speak
But she does write
To convey
What she feels right

One more time
She tries to plead
And will
Till he sees
That they are meant to be
That she will not leave

Wake up...it's time

Why do you give up hope, when there is much left in the world of men? Why do you only see battles raging between the government and people? Why do you think it's the end of humanity because a man gunned down children? Because a woman was raped?

We insult our species by even considering these acts to be human, therefore symbolizing the "end" of humanity. And how dare you eve say they behave like animals, and highly insult animals? Maybe the Mayans were right. Maybe the world  might end in 5 minutes. But the world will not end because of 7 people.

No. The world, when it does, will end because of the 7 billion people on planet Earth. 6 men raped an innocent woman. 1 shot innocent children down. What are we, the remaining 6999999993, doing? Posting pictures on Facebook about how we want men castrated. 

Why do you not see that a young woman risked her life to save the lives of her students? Why do you not see the millions of people wanting to help, but not knowing how to?

Stop saying what you want done to those b******s. Start thinking about how you'll ensure that no man thinks that way, forget does. Because no amount of regret,  marching, shouting, protesting is going to help the families of those innocent children gunned down, or the innocent woman. Instead what they would appreciate that no one else went through the same ordeal.

 

Pandora did not just let evil out into the world, she also let out hope. Hope that keeps the world running. The same way, humans do not just let out sick deeds, and torture. They also let good shine out. Don't let the world fool you. Keep believing.