Monday, September 13, 2010

so this is what happens when you ask for hard things

I stare out the window; the sky is clear but a beautiful blue. A squirrel balancing on a rooftop wiggles its tail as it tries not to fall. I see the wind playing with the trees as they sway back and forth.

The bell rings that signifies the beginning of class, but I don't turn to look at the teacher; he hasn't arrived yet. My head is still turned toward the window, not wanting to go back inside. I hear the door click behind me as the teacher walks in. He gets settled at his desk and then pulls up the projector for a movie (sorry, "film") that we are going to watch.

I still don't move my head; I long to be outside, to be anywhere but in this cramped classroom. I pretend to feel the breeze on my skin as the teacher walks to the front of the room.

During our discussions, I usually give in and take a glace out the window; it would be much nicer to be outside. But today it is unfortunate. He comes over to the window and pulls down the blinds. I am trapped in this close-minded, cold-hearted, white-walled class, and I cannot even look out the window. I guess I would have had to join in the discussions sooner or later.

Only, everytime I want to speak up about what I think is right, I know my teacher will have an answer to everything.

5 comments:

Robbie De Vries said...

So . . . your hard thing was not being able to, look out the window?
I guess that could be difficult. For a girl.

Marie DeVries said...

no, silly. Her hard thing is speaking up in class and trying to respectfully tell her classmates and teacher her (biblical) opinion on the debate topic of the day.
(though, if I hadn't known about this whole thing before she posted, I would have thought it was the window, too...)
Don't worry, Maggie. I've got a similar situation... only mine is in my Old Testament class :/

Maggie DeVries said...

For a girl? Is it easy for a boy? Does it make a difference?

I was trying to use a metaphor of sorts. I wanted to say what I thought was right. I also wanted to look outside, but when my teacher closed the blinds, it was like I was trapped. I can't say what I feel like because I realize I have to be more careful with the words I choose, and how harshly I use them.

I guess it would have been easier to just say that, but I was counting on you figuring it out. Nevermind. I stink at explaining things. :p

Robbie De Vries said...

No, it was good, but if you'd played up the discussion bit more I may of thought that was the hard thing.
(Both Kay and I thought it was the window, but now that you explain it, it paints a pretty picture)
Your absolutely right about your teacher always having an answer to refute your arguments. And you know what, every time it;s going to sound like your teacher is right and your wrong. In this case, the teacher always wins.
I would suggest that you get some of your friends in that class together and talk amongst yourselves about the controversial matters, you might try that too Marie. Watch out guys, your teachers could be wizards. Don't just accept things as truth. Remember WVA!

Maggie DeVries said...

My friend in that class would be the girl sitting next to me, and there isn't anyone else in that class that I talk to. God really listenend to me when I said "hard", because she's a very strong Muslim, and I find it a little intiminating to talk to her about it;) But I'll make it my goal tomorrow to start up a conversation, and hopefully get somewhere.

I'll keep a look out for the wizards - not only in this class.