The sky was littering with glittering, starry stars, coupled with the arching moon, hung upon the clouds. The breeze is blowing gently on my face, swaying my hair like the rhythmic movements of the cascading river. The peaceful and serene moonlight shone brightly, while I was busy reminiscing a particular euphoric event.
In the past, I do not find the need to interact with people, especially those with low intellectual quotients, unless, if the need arises for me to do so. However, I managed to make some friends, who have similar foresight and thinking, giving a form of distraction from the ignominious bunch of classmates I had to face, everyday. As the old proverb goes, the empty vessels make the most noise.
One day, the ridiculous bunch of classmates, who were of no help in improving the current society, decided unanimously to play a practical joke on me, the "smart aleck" of the class.
Apparently, their gossiping network has received the first-hand news, on the new 'buddy' system – the system that pairs better students with weaker students, augmenting the school's grades. Of all the weaker students, they decided to incite and encourage my form teacher to pair me with Belle Lavender.
Belle Lavender was a living irony, as she is exactly contrary to her name, which depicts beautiful flowers. Even if there was a fairy godmother conjuring magical clothing that is illustrious and filled with glamour for her, I doubt it would make any impact on her prominent figure.
Furthermore, even with the guidance of a couple of teachers, she could not even comprehend the fundamentals of mathematics, the BODMAS rule.
My classmates intrigue succeeded, and I was, paired, with Belle Lavender, the class reputed beast. This was the start of my wheel of nightmare and it was kick-started by the snide remarks by my ungraceful and ignorant classmates such as nicknaming me as the ‘beauty’.
I was, given the task of improving Belle's grades before the start of the mid-years, a seemingly impossible task, as I was merely, a self-motivated achiever with no stark measures to teach.
However, grudgingly, I started coaching her to my best efforts, such as attempting to give her guides and tips for expository writings, one of my fortes. As time passed by, I was, fearing that I had made no progress in my teachings, as she was still failing her tests by an apparent degree.
I required many tries to, even attempt to sway her into interest in learning; it was certainly a prodigious tasks. Belle, even when she was interested in learning, took several days to understand the fundamentals of writing a good essay. My first thought at that time was, I am definitely unable to teach at such a slow pace, as I am not one who shows patience.
Thankfully, I had made some pretty intellectual and loyal friends who, stood by me and assisted me in the process of improving her grades. As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed, I am glad I had made friends with them. Through our concerted efforts to teach her, Belle finally managed to see the logic behind several mathematical problems and the knacks at writing a good essay, eventually improving leaps and bounds, from a ‘D’ grading to a ‘B’ grading.
It was probably one of my most euphoric moments in life as I had finally managed to succeed in improving Belle’s grades, something that even teachers failed to do so. It also made me realise the importance of friends, as it was only due to the concerted efforts of my friends and I that, I managed to accomplish the impossible feat of improving Belle’s grades.
It was also through this historical event, that my dissenters, finally recognised my proficiency in my subjects was not just a fluke or through nerdy memorisation, but rather through understanding and constant application that I mastered them.
However, as I proved capable in pulling the grades of a failing student into a pass, the Buddy System manifesto was, made official and I was, made in-charge of delegating the pairs. This was also one of the happiest moments, in my childhood as it was the first time; I was, given a leadership role and position.
The calming breeze suddenly mutated into a gushing gale, which stung my eyes, ending my reminiscing of my past, telling me that I would need to get home quickly to avoid the incoming rain. Till next time we meet, my past.
Written for Primary School Students to enjoy and utilise for inspirational purposes.
Written By: Idiots-Adventures AKA H.A.K.E.R
