It was supposed to be a day of serene bliss but what I had expected to be a tranquil moment vanished in thin air. I am the sort of an individual who loses hope whenever someone of extreme supremacy utters words of deprivation towards me, especially someone I look up to.
My heart almost slaughtered itself when my English teacher in my school told me that I must not mimic Teacher Precy when it comes to using the British accent, after asking a question at the representative of Ateneo de Manila University during the recruitment talk at Hope Christian School. My respect for my English mentor was as high as the crystal sky but after those words, which seemed to still echo in my mind, abhorrence took over the entire system of my body. I am not mimicking anybody else especially not my abysmal previous teacher whom everyone in my class can’t even understand and who the hell cares if I possess this kind of accent? You? My mom? President Obama? Nobody cares! It’s my life and if you’re going to deprive me of something in which my whole future depends on then thank you. You had just given me a reason to slaughter my futile existence in this damn world filled with feckless individuals. I am not saying this to cause chaos but to clarify my self. Another thing, when I talked in front, everybody kept on looking at me and uttering words that are loathsome. They say that I talk like a Badjao. Damn! I wasn’t born in this ample place just to become your buffoon and I don’t talk like a native Badjao. They just don’t know how to distinguish tremendous sufficiency from a monotonous capability. They were supposed to be FOURTH YEAR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS and not a bunch of kids from PRE-SCHOOL.
For my teacher, Yes I ain’t that capable of speaking with that kind of accent when I was in my sophomore years since shame kept on following me but ain’t I have the right to develop or enhance something useful for my well-being? Nothing in this world remains constant excluding change. I had unlocked that skill of mine when I started to be a junior high school student and you weren’t my teacher before. And what I abhor about the administration is that they’re biased – I’ll talk no more about this.
If you find this post loathsome, you can go freely.. I’m totally irked today so I’m not in a good mood.
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People that choose to slander or belittle another need to tend to their own shortcomings.
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Dont mind them. Atleast you got your British accent and they got none. :)) There's nothing wrong in looking up to other people's ways, as long as you look up to them as your inspiration. :)) There's this girl that I really admire bcoz of her superb writing skills. I told myself Im gonna be as good as that! Hehe. Haba na. anyways, TC.
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