Introduction
Hi. I'm an 11 year old girl in Grade 6. I'm from Egypt but live in Canada. I am proudly a muslim. All my life, I've loved writing. When I was less than 4 years old, my mother introduced me to Microsoft Powerpoint. I started to make "books" on it. When I started school, my love for writing just grew. But from kindergarten to Grade 3, I had something called Selective Mutism. In Junior Kindergarten, I wouldn't talk to my teacher. I was completely silent. I don't know what caused me to be like that. As the years went on, I would whisper and only talk to my friends aloud. I had therapy, but even the therapist couldn't solve the problem. So I did. I gathered the little courage I had and finally decided to transfer schools. I'm much more comfortable in the school I'm in right now. I talk out loud, have the best friends in the world, and have the best teachers a girl could ask for. I have given it some thought and realized. I love saying my opinion. I love hearing other's opinions. Being a journalist is the job for me. Now I don't know if my dreams will change, but for now, I want to make the most of this dream.
Friday, 14 November 2014
First Post- I'm Just a Kid
So, my first post. Probably going to be filled with spelling errors. And you'll be all like:
"spleendidd! this kid Is grammitakily Incorrect and spellz roNg."
Don't worry. My friends always go to me for spelling. I'm quite experienced. And if I do make a mistake, I've got my friend Autocorrect to help me. I'll bet the first thing you want to know is why I chose 'don't ask me, I'm a kid' as the name of my blog. It's because of something that never quite bothered me so much before. However, it tore my sisters apart. My oldest sister and my middle sister used to get along until my oldest sister began to tell my middle sister that she was "too young to understand". She didn't realize how much that hurt. Nor did I. But then someone I trusted said it to me. I saw my sister crying. What am I expected to do? Of course I'm going to try and calm her down. Right after I find out what's going on, that is. I worry about my siblings. That's what family does. But apparently, 11 isn't mature enough to know what's bothering someone so they know what exactly to say. So if I go to some crying adult and ask what's bothering them, I'm not allowed to know. Well, sometimes, I know what's bothering you but just don't want to reveal that because I'm "just a kid" or "too young to understand". Okay. Well, I guess I won't come to you when I have a problem because you're TOO OLD to understand. It's a proven fact that telling people what's bothering you actually makes you feel better. But if you want to keep crying, I understand. I'm a careless kid who only spends her time on the computer. I've never had any problems that relate to you in any way. Yea. I'm a kid. You have a question? Too bad. I'm a kid. Why ask me? Why tell me? Why want me to make you feel better?
Because I'm a kid. I have problems as well. I might have gone through what you went through, just earlier. Why ask me? Because I have an opinion. And my opinion matters. I know what you feel. I get in fights with friends. So do you. Just like my family try and protect me, I try and protect them. I've comforted friends and family. Why can't I comfort you? Oh that's right. I'm just a kid. I don't know how you feel because I'm just a kid.
Just let me remind you. I'm a kid. My fights don't last long because my friendship is pure. Yes. We have arguments. But I'm a kid. We get over things faster. We accept everyone. Unlike you adults who get in fights that last for years. We don't argue about each other's opinions. Unlike you adults, who will insult your loved ones if they disagree with you. Guess what? Yes. I have friends who believe in different things. I would never dream of hurting them in any way just because of what they believe. I'm just a kid. Life is more simple. Life is better.
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