"It's beyond me."
That's not right.
There's always a way. A solution.
If you push through you will make it.
Or so I thought.
But he was really interested in joining us and I don't see why he shouldn't join us.
Actually no. I do see why.
To appeal under Wushu, but to be interested in drama.
To look for him first thing in the morning with vice prez and confirm his passion.
To first text the vice prez, then talk to the teacher, then the HOD.
To be told by adults that this is a case of values.
Yes. Indeed. Values.
You shouldn't promise the school something but have your heart in another.
You should at least stay on to year 4.
Its an either or.
Or so they say.
Isn't it understood that society is harsh? That your strength may not be your passion? That getting into a 'good' school is first priority, while dreams are a 'maybe'?
Why shouldn't you fight for someone like this? Why shouldn't you help when you could?
Why doesn't it work?
How can I understand but still be so upset?
Isn't it understood that society is harsh? That your strength may not be your passion? That getting into a 'good' school is first priority, while dreams are a 'maybe'?
Why shouldn't you fight for someone like this? Why shouldn't you help when you could?
Why doesn't it work?
How can I understand but still be so upset?
To be brushed off like a dirty worm.
"But he has a passion and we shouldn't let go of someone like this. We should give him a chance. He can be in both CCAs; with his passion, he will make it. We shouldn't decide his future for him..."
And I couldn't continue because I saw it in your eyes that you would just repeat your points.
But I repeated myself anyway.
Until the thoughts fell apart like crumbly stale bread
Until all I did was say "but..."
"But..."
There was so much to say. But no words came.
I hate that I'm so powerless. I hate that values are important, as well as the big picture of letting others have a chance. But looking at the individual's dreams and trying your best not to crush it is equally important too.
I hate that rushing into the auditorium and running after HODs didn't work.
I hate that even writing right now doesn't get half of what's inside out.
It's just a silly girl typing away at her iPad.
Typing, typing. Not writing.
Incapable of thoughts,
She types.
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