Good day my fellow hivers. I bring you the Story of these group of students in class.
It a beautiful Wednesday morning
I can't remember my last thought before going to bed, but these is the story I woke up with as a student and went to school. Our classroom was unusually quiet.
Our teacher had just returned our examination results, and judging from the faces around me, nobody was happy.
I looked at my paper and saw a score that I was not proud of. I had studied for that examination. I had stayed up late reading, answered practice questions and even refused to join my friends when they went out to play.
Yet, the result was there in front of me.
I felt disappointed.
Then I looked around the classroom. It wasn't only me. Some of my friends had even worse results. One of them, Daniel, quietly folded his paper and put it inside his bag.
What's your score? I asked him.
He shook his head.
I don't even want to talk about it.
The teacher walked out of the classroom for a few minutes, and almost immediately, everyone started talking.
I don't think I can pass this subject.
Maybe I'm just not good at it.
What's the point of studying when I still fail?
Daniel was sitting quietly at the back.
Then he suddenly said, I'm done. I'm not reading this subject again.
Nobody laughed because we knew he was serious.
A few minutes later, our class teacher returned. He looked at us and immediately noticed that something was wrong.
What happened? he asked.
Nobody answered.
He picked up one of the examination papers lying on a desk and looked at it.
I see.
Do you know what your problem is?
We looked at him.
you see failure as the end point.
The classroom became quiet.
He told us about a student he had taught years ago. According to him, the boy had repeatedly failed mathematics. At some point, the boy stopped answering questions in class because he was afraid of being wrong.
But one day, another teacher noticed him staying behind after school.
The teacher asked why he was still there.
I want to understand this thing, the boy replied.
And what is stopping you from understanding it. The boy couldn't answer.
Our teacher looked at us and said something I have never forgotten.
Sometimes, the biggest thing you lose when you fail is not your ability. It is your morale.
He said that once you stop believing that your effort can make a difference, you may stop trying altogether.
Then he gave us an assignment.
Not a school assignment.
He told everyone to take out a sheet of paper and write one thing they had improved at before.
At first, everyone complained.
But we started writing.
One person wrote that he used to struggle with reading.
Another said she had learned how to sew.
Someone else wrote that he had once been afraid of speaking in front of people but could now do it.
Daniel sat quietly for a while before writing something down.
The teacher collected the papers and read a few aloud.
Then he smiled.
You see? None of you became good at these things in one day.
He was right.
Something else changed after that.
The next morning, Daniel was the first person in class.
He brought his textbook, sat down and opened the page we had struggled with.
I looked at him.
What's this?
He smiled.
I said I was done yesterday. I changed my mind.
I laughed.
Why?
He shrugged.
Because I'm not going to let one result decide everything for me.
What did you expect? At the end of the term, we passed with flying colors.
Thank you for stopping by to read with me have a great day.
These story is a response to the freewriters daily prompt day 3234: Morale .
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