Whenever I meet the task of writing for The Bulletin, I always come to a state of perplexity. I feel like I have so much to say and yet I’m just never too sure what to write about. I think of writing about major world events then I think (silently, of course) "Hey, that’s what we have Specials for." And then I think of writing about exactly who I am, but then again, I’m not even sure who that is. So alas, for the first Bulletin, I was forced to search my brain for a random experience or thought and a memory presented itself back to me.
I recalled a certain Drivers Ed class I had this past fall when my class watched a really boring movie on a rainy day. It wasn’t raining very hard, just enough to cause darkness outside and make everyone feel gloomy and tired. One boy fell asleep, and when people took notice, they started laughing at him. He awoke looking so confused. He didn't even know he was the one being laughed at. When I talked to some friends, I was told that he often gets made fun of, even at work and at home. I just felt so incredibly bad for this boy, and I feel so ashamed that I didn't say anything to anyone around him. I just gave him a sympathetic smile. I don't know if people are better off knowing how people perceive them, or if they're better off thinking everything's alright. Maybe he does know and he just chooses to ignore it. If that's the case then I think he's really strong.
Looking back, I can’t help but admire the boy. At least he knows who he is. Me? I’m not very sure who I am. I can’t even write a whole Bulletin about myself.
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