pj facebook

Naija we hail oooo Una no dey fail oooo even when the country they wail lli oooo

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
Powered by Blogger.
Email Newsletter

Subscribe to our newsletter to get the latest updates to your inbox. ;-)


Your email address is safe with us!

LinkWithin

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

The Silent Voice In The Class


*Silent Tears in the Classroom*

Anytime it's school time I *get sad*.
Yes I mean sad not because I don't like school but because *I feel I don't belong there*.

My teachers say everyone is better than me because they get better grades in tests and exams.

*My teachers* always compare me with others but how can I dare tell them that am different from them.

*My teachers* always say I don't do well even though they teach me well but how can I tell them that the *teaching method* they use *doesn't favour me* even though it favours the majority.

How can I tell my teachers that *I just need motivation* not *condemnation*.

I wish I can be bold to tell my teachers that I have to be *understood not to be compared*.

My maths teacher says i am *good for nothing* because am not good in calculations.

My science teacher says *I am useless* because I always get low grades.

My English teachers say *I have no future* because I can't express myself fluently *in the white man's language*.

They seem to have forgotten that I am the one that *led the school soccer team to win that trophy*.

I am the same student that *always play those drums* to the admiration of all.

Sometimes when I ask *why they don't consider what I do as important* they tell me *WAEC doesn't ask those in examinations*.

*Tears* always fill me but I can't pour them because no one understands me.

*My parents* can't even understand me because *my teachers* make them believe *I'm good for nothing*.

I thought my parents will tell them that *I repair all the electrical appliances in the house without any training*.

*Who will hear me now* because *i and many* who are like me *are being destroyed*  

*Who will help tell them* that even though we might *not be able to get the certificate*, we have *great talents?*.

Who will help tell teachers that they should not force their dreams on us but *guide us to nurture our God given talents*? 

*Who will hear our cry?* 

I am one of the voices of the *many silent voices in the class*.

Find Us On Facebook

Gallery

Post Top Ad

Recent Posts

Logo

Logo

Popular Tags

About

Add Your Gadget Here

Entertainment

Latest News

Tags 4

Tags 3

Google+ Badge

Entertainment

Subscribe Via Email

Subscribe to our newsletter to get the latest updates to your inbox. ;-)

Your email address is safe with us!

Carousel

(C) Copyright by Naija Google Blogger
Wordpress Theme by QualityWP | Conveted to Blogger Template by ThemeLib.com

Facebook

Slider (Add Label Name Here!) (Documentation Required)

My Instagram

Berita

Berita
(C) Copyright by Naija Google Blogger
Wordpress Theme by QualityWP | Conveted to Blogger Template by ThemeLib.com

Add this

Facebook

Ads

Text

mobile=yes

للمزيد من المواضيع الاسلامية الشاملة للجميع مواضيع علاج السحر وغيرها زوروا المدونة التالية

نص

Slider

Add this

adjusted add this

Artikel Terbaru

3 inline

About Sure Mag

Carousel

My Instagram

Search This Blog

Video Of Day

Text

Breaking News

Labels

Mua Sắm Giá Rẻ

أقسام المدونة

Entertainment

التعليقات

النشرة البريدية

Labels

Google+ Followers

التعليقات

النشرة البريدية

Featured post

Blog Archive

Search This Blog

Blog Archive

Rep Your Country

Flag Counter

Slider

Popular Post

The Silent Voice In The Class


*Silent Tears in the Classroom*

Anytime it's school time I *get sad*.
Yes I mean sad not because I don't like school but because *I feel I don't belong there*.

My teachers say everyone is better than me because they get better grades in tests and exams.

*My teachers* always compare me with others but how can I dare tell them that am different from them.

*My teachers* always say I don't do well even though they teach me well but how can I tell them that the *teaching method* they use *doesn't favour me* even though it favours the majority.

How can I tell my teachers that *I just need motivation* not *condemnation*.

I wish I can be bold to tell my teachers that I have to be *understood not to be compared*.

My maths teacher says i am *good for nothing* because am not good in calculations.

My science teacher says *I am useless* because I always get low grades.

My English teachers say *I have no future* because I can't express myself fluently *in the white man's language*.

They seem to have forgotten that I am the one that *led the school soccer team to win that trophy*.

I am the same student that *always play those drums* to the admiration of all.

Sometimes when I ask *why they don't consider what I do as important* they tell me *WAEC doesn't ask those in examinations*.

*Tears* always fill me but I can't pour them because no one understands me.

*My parents* can't even understand me because *my teachers* make them believe *I'm good for nothing*.

I thought my parents will tell them that *I repair all the electrical appliances in the house without any training*.

*Who will hear me now* because *i and many* who are like me *are being destroyed*  

*Who will help tell them* that even though we might *not be able to get the certificate*, we have *great talents?*.

Who will help tell teachers that they should not force their dreams on us but *guide us to nurture our God given talents*? 

*Who will hear our cry?* 

I am one of the voices of the *many silent voices in the class*.
Share on Google Plus

About Olusegun Bolujo

This is a short description in the author block about the author. You edit it by entering text in the "Biographical Info" field in the user admin panel.

Premium Flexible Related Post Widget for Blogger – Blogspot

Labels