Monday, August 30, 2010 | 1:45 PM | 0 comments
MY PERSPECTIVE FOR KIDS started when I was in strict chronological terms, a kid myself. There were some things about school life that I enjoyed for example, I loved the assemblies, the songs always filled me with patriotic fervor and I wanted them to go on forever but I resented all my so called peers.
I hated the rich kids for their attitude. I still remember we have build one project then had one rich kids leave her project (maybe she forgot to bring it back) so I could hide her project and watch these kids snivel away!haha! So evil right?
I hated the poorer kids even more for their pathetically thin shoes (possibly hand-me-downs from older siblings). I believe the poor should know their place in life and not dream of elevating themselves socially, they should spend their time learning how to polish the shoes of others! May I right?
I was not physically imposing but the deep reservoir of contempt within me made me a tenacious fighter. I beat up quite a few kids (although I was quiet kid and less likely to make reports) but sometime I should show my feeling.huhu! Something would just snap inside me when I saw their sad little faces, which seemed to have 'Punch Me' signs the way hotels have 'Welcome' carpets.
For the kids I couldn't get away with beating up, I chose more surreptitious methods. These ranged from hide their shoes.haha! But this happen when I'm in standard three. Is I not mistaken.