Too Young To Be Old, Too Old To Be Young (ONGOING)

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                      One of the best things in life is that you get to prove to people what you're in capable of. I have experienced rejections and criticism and I do think it helped me to dress as a whole new person. Once we had a reporting in our History class. And I was assigned to discuss about Mesopotamian Civilization. My History teacher is the kind of teacher who really criticize you , testing if you are really strong enough to handle tough criticism. He expects a lot in your report, throws mind-puzzling out-of-this-world questions and students were like, grasping for air of vocabulary because they really don't know what to answer. As I presented my report, I felt a mixture of numbness, chills, hunger, grogginess all at the same time. I was really pale, and I was shivering in fear. I really wanted to go out of the classroom that time. 

". . .Did she delivered it well? Any comments from the class please. " He once asked. I shot my classmate, Erin, a glare. No one raised their hand. 

"Erin. Stand up. Tell something about her report. " 

"Um..u-umm.." Erin couldn't utter a word.

"Come on, don't hesitate to criticize your classmate. It's for your own good." 

"Okay. Though the thoughts are clear, the information and facts were presented well but she needs to improve her reasoning ability. I think that's all sir. " Erin said, looking very nervous.

 She gave me a sympathetic look. And I accepted that whole-heartedly. What do I even care? I knew she just pretended. I knew my teacher just wanted to embarrass me in the whole class, that is why he always ask for criticism even if I did my job really well. Dang, I just hate reporting. -.-

I was really eager to prove their criticisms wrong. I took them as challenges. something to build me really strong, and not to destroy me as a person. So here I am, going strong, going better targeting the best. 

I am not an honor student, though. I am just an average student who maintains good scholastic grades and a student who gets a good satisfaction from my teachers. Except my History teacher. I don't take studies as the very first priority, but it wasn't the last either. I don't want to brag, but let me just tell you that, even if I do not belong at the honor roll,  I am the most outstanding student when it comes to extra-curricular activities. I do believe that in life, it's not about how academically adept person you are, but it's about your skills. Your abilities. How you behave in this world. But in life, you get to learn how to love. And me, as a person, doesn't even know how to behave in love. 

   After our History class, Erin ran towards me. 

"Hey, um. . I didn't mean to hurt you. It's jus..just...ju--"

"No it's okay, I knew it. Thanks for that. " I cut her off. 

"I know you were good. Always. " Erin added.

"Erin. Im okay. And we're okay. We're not yet over. " I told her, and we laughed.