Right Brain - Left Brain
I just read and article, and it's very touching,
and I would like to share it with you all
Below is a story that very Inspired
My Name is Joe, actually at my "Birth certificate", I have a long name, but it's hard for me to
remember it, thus I like to
tell everybody, Joe is my name
When I was young, I was registered as one of the renowned schools in my hometown
This school is well known
to their children whose have a beautiful
handwriting, even when they're in Kindergarten
I always use my left hand to do all my activity, include writing. I
don't know why? My right hand not as strong as my left hand, everybody calls me "Left Handed". My kindergarten teacher always forces me to use my right hand for writing, they even hit my fingers with a ruler when I used my left hand to write.
But I can't, they stop
scolding me when my father
comes to my school and ask them just let me use my left hand, my father argues, there is nothing wrong to write with left hand
When I was
in elementary, my nightmare began. We are asked to write down a long
sentence, my writing speed is very low, I read the sentences
on
the blackboard very hard, I don't understand the meaning of the
sentences. The letters just like floating in my brain, dancing and
singing with cheerful rhythm, very exciting.
Sometimes, I'm drawing in my imagination, imagine my pencil as my
propeller, take me fly to the sky, get through the cloud
in the shape of letters and numbers, just like at the black board...ha ha
Then Suddenly, the face of my teachers with their angry face appear in
my imagination, I'm back to my real world, try to write down all the
sentences at the blackboard to my note, but from 10 sentences, I
've been only successes 3 until 4 sentences
Almost everyday, my teacher write down the words of "lazy", "day dream", "naughty" and many more in my journal. I'm very sad, I already do my best, and I know when I was at home, when my mother read my journal, she will be very angry and I will be punished if she read my journal
Actually, I'm
sorry for my Mom. Almost every day she call my classmates to record my daily lesson, as well as my homework which should be collected tomorrow. My mom don't want me to be punished by my teacher.
But talking about Math, I can finish it as soon as possible, every
question about Math would be a problem for me, I can do it with
ease.
But please don't tell me to write beautifully, I hate it! I hate it
because I know, I definitely get stamp of thumb leads down tomorrow,
with red ink color too! Makes me feel the most stupid pupil in the class
School days like my worst nightmare. My teacher always
yelling at me, it's very annoying when I'm busy with my daydreaming.
At home, Mom always looks stressed and emotional when he saw my
notebooks. I do not understand why I had to write a 'blue' for the color of the sky, while I know, s
ometimes the sky looks white, red, orange
or even beautiful dark black when it's going to rain. I also do not
understand, why my teacher mad at me when I crawled under the table to
pick up my friend's eraser which falls or when I'm staring at a small bird,
perched on a window, near my seat. My teacher didn't know , how much I struggled to keep my eyes open in this boring class.
One day, I don't
know what
happened, It's like a miracle, my mom threat me so sweet, she don't yell at me instead of smile at me all day. I remember this is the happiest day of my life, there are no wrinkles on my mom's forehead and grim face when she company me to do my homework. She even don't mad at my brother when he got score of 5 on the mandarin exam.
Since that day, my world seems full of
color,
my mom rarely get angry anymore
She said "There is nothing wrong with you, my son, it was your school,
it's not suitable for you. I'm sorry, all this time I though it was you
don't want to try hard to change, I
have made mistakes"
My mom
takes me a walk to visit almost every school
in my city, asking
for a lot of
teachers,
watching how they talk to me, sometimes I feel sorry for them, they look
confused to answer my mom question
After that I went to a decent school, my classmate not as much as my old school.
But they're all very nice, they never say "I'm stupid", "lazy" or "freak", even my teachers always praised me, they said "I'm a smart boy, very creative, and had a lot of good idea"
My teacher don't care with my hand writing which is look like "chicken strach", she correct my answer even I write it upside down, 3 become E, b become d. My Science teacher wrote at my journal "Joe is so good at science. He will become master of science if he read a lot of science books"
My friends, did you know? I find it to be a smart kid here, with full of passion, I participate "Olympic Science" at national level, I study a lot of Science Comics, I do a lot of "Physics experiment", it's very tired, but I'm happy, and did you know, I made it through semi final....I'm really Happy
Someday I will become an Inventor, I
will invent "Miracle Door", which can take us to all the place we want
therefore don't need car and won't be any traffic jam.
There is Flower park and Amusement park all over the street, just like "Disneyland", and don't forget the Water Park, and Soccer field. It will be very fun, I will sell my Invention to all around the world, I will be rich. I will build a very great school, and it's free for every student
Eh...Finally I know what happened
I found out when my mom talking with full of passion to her friend, something about "Children with right brain dominant, books, and Mr Papa Edy"
Many of my friends name Edi, and many of my friend's father name Edy. so which one? I don't know,
I think I will find it out next time.
As I know, he has already changed my Mom, My Mom whose previously strict, and always wanted us to get good grades at school, stingy praise, and often angry, has change become an Angel.
One day, if I can meet "Papa Edy" a friend of my Mom, I will give him a big hug and whispered "Thak you, Papa Ady, you have change my world"
Based on a true story
wait...
finally they met
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| My Brother, Me (Joe), Mr. Papa Edy, and my Mom |