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Posted on Jun 09 2020
Jae Hoon Son is a 9th grader at Marianas High School. Son’s teacher is Ms. Leila Staffler.
At age 5, the first year of my kindergarten, while my classmates were having birthday parties,
I stayed at home doing homeschool.
At age 6, while my classmates were playing hopscotch,
I was learning piano.
At age 7, while my classmates were sneaking out to avoid brushing teeth,
I was the only one left in the restroom.
At age 8, the first year of my elementary, while the girls were braiding each other’s hair,
I was the only one visiting the library at lunchtime.
At age of 9, while the girls were taking selfies,
I was the only one sitting next to them doing homework.
At age of 10, while the girls’ attention was in makeup kits,
My attention was all in the textbook and report cards.
At age of 11, while the boys were all hanging out at internet cafe eating kimchi fried rice,
I was the only one buying cup noodles and bread at the convenience store.
At age 12, while boys were searching for their valentines,
I was searching for a part time job that I can do.
At the age of 13, the last year of my elementary, while my classmates are crying and passing out flowers,
I was just standing not to be seen by anybody.
At the age of 14, the first year of junior high, while my classmates introduced me cigarette,
I got bitten up by declining them.
At the age of 15, while my classmates wrote letters to each other during class,
I was the delivery and the one to be punished by the teacher.
At the age of 16, the last year of my junior high, while they are all coupled up in pairs kissing,
I was depressed with my diploma.
At the age of 17, the first year of my high school, while the teachers have bias of students,
I was none of it for them.
At the age of 18, while my classmates were choosing dresses and planning for their prom party next year,
I was closing my room door and said do not enter.
At the age of 19, the last year of high school, while everyone else was enjoying prom party,
I was crying at the corner in the restroom with a ripped dress.
No one noticed that I was bullied.
No one should care about others’ lives and respect them.
No way. They should start paying attention to situations happening near them.
