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, 26 December 2014
♩ ♬ ❅ ❆ Let It Go ❅ ❆ ♪ ♫
Recently, I have started to paint more. It's fun. I enjoy painting because I get to express my emotions in my art. I don't paint to make money. I paint to show people what goes on in my mind. Sometimes, my feelings are well guarded. In a painting I called Flight of the Thunderbirds, it expresses all the emotions I was feeling when I painted it. I originally painted a few simple seagulls, like the ones you probably drew as a kid. That m shaped thing? That's it. Then, I splattered different colours, angry and sad colours, on to them as if they don't know which direction to go because they can't see. It was based on how I felt like I couldn't please everyone. I couldn't choose. The red represented how angry I was that certain people didn't treat me the way I felt like I should be treated. The blue represented how confused I was about what to do and how depressed I felt. To this day, I still don't know why I just can't deal with decision making. When it's something simple, I can easily pick. But when it's bigger, you'd think I'd be able to decide but instead, it feels as if I'm carrying a weight on my shoulders and I'm pressured to decide. When I talk about my problems to someone, it feels as if they're helping me carry the weight on my shoulders. Sometimes, it feels as if the weight completely disappears. I guess the moral of this not-so-story is that you shouldn't hold in what's bothering you. Let it go.
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