Creating Happy Moments

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Chapter 4 (v.1) - The A Student

Submitted: October 18, 2016

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“Tell your classmates to come here after your graduation practice,” mom said. We were currently eating dinner with my dad and my younger sister. “Why?” I asked. Though it was not unusual for me to invite my friends over, it was usually for special occasions like birthday, etc.

“To celebrate your highschool graduation!” mom beamed.

“Actually, it’s more of you graduating salutatorian,” my sister quipped. “Mom, would we still celebrate my graduation even if I won’t have honors?” my sister asked.

“We’ll see,” was my mom’s reply. Before this blow to an argument, I cut them off by asking “Do you want me to invite the whole class or just some of my friends?”

“Everyone, including the teachers. I want you to know that we’re proud of you. Okay?” mom said. “Okay. I’ll tell them. I’m not sure how many will come though”, I said, surprised.

To say that I changed a lot from my grade school days was an understatement. In order to stop the tutorial sessions, I studied and participated in my classes. I started to befriend my classmates, talked more in class, and smile. It was hard at first but it became easy as I got used to it. My teachers said that I was a late bloomer and were all happy that I was no longer the alone and quiet girl that’s not living to my potential. Not only my grades got better, my social status improved too. I’m now included in the popular circle. I became even more popular when I started high school where not only I competed and won in different kinds of quiz bees but also became officer for different clubs where I gained lots of friends from.

It was a lot of work though. I used to practice conversations in my head, yes, even the “good morning” and “how are you” do not come naturally for me. I smiled until my cheeks hurt. I laughed loudly, hoping the louder it gets the truer it become. I acted like I don’t care about my lessons in class since no one likes nerds and grade conscious people. My classmates thought I picked up everything right away since I have extracurricular activities, watched the latest tv shows, read the latest teen fantasy books, and still have time to hang out with them.

What they didn’t know is that I read my textbooks as soon as I got them – way before the school year started which made it easier for me to remember the lessons in class. They also didn’t know how tired I become after hanging out. Like my energy depleted every time I fake a laugh or force myself to hold a conversation.

Most importantly, no one knew that I still have night terrors. The kind of which checking under the bed will not be enough to make me feel safe. Because no one kept me safe before. And I think no one ever will.


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