“People understand me not”
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“The bad mark”
It was an ordinary morning.
“Get up Juliana, you will be late for school”, said mom as usual.
“I know I am late and that is the reason I do not want to get up; besides, I do not want to go to school today”.
“Not ready for the lesson?” asked my sister.
“You better not interfere. My business in only mine… and mom’s too.”
“Hurry up. The breakfast is on the table.”
“Mom, I am not… going”, I said and was about to make myself cozy under the blanket when…
“Don’t make me angry. Why don’t you want to go?”
“We are going to write a chemistry test and I am not ready.”
“Not ready? Strange, it is very strange to hear you aren’t ready for the lesson.”
“Mom, but…”
“You should go to school, you must go.”
“You never understand me, mom.”
I went to school, it was physics but my mind was overfilled with thoughts about the chemistry test. My bad mark was spinning in my mind.
The lesson of chemistry came.
“Start Juliana, start writing the test”, I was talking to myself.
One of the students passed me a crib. “Hmm… the right answers”, I thought happily.
I folded out the crib and read: “Julie, help me to solve the problem with octane and hexane. Vahe.”
“I am not up with mine, Vahe”, I wrote back.
“I know you are up, pass me the right answers”.
“I have nothing to pass.”
The lesson was coming to end but I had written nothing. The lesson finished.
I could hardly make myself stay till the end of the school day. When I got home, I started crying.
“What is the matter”, asked mom.
“Nothing, mom. Just got an “excellent” mark from chemistry. I am crying with happy excitement”, I said ironically and went to my room.
Some three hours passed. The phone rang.
“Hello”.
“Hello”, answered mom.
“It is Mashinyan.”
“Yes Mr. Mashinyan. How are you? Is everything OK?”
“Guliana has a bad mark for her chemistry test.”
“How?”
“I think she is in love. Talk to her, please.”
“I will”, agreed mom in surprise. Then she came to my room.
“Talk to me.”
“About what, mom?”
“What is his name? Tell me, I will understand you.”
“Who’s name? I thought that it’d be better to be absent for the lesson than get a bad mark.”
Mom had not understood me. I put on my clothes and came out, hoping to find someone who would understand me.
Juliana Arakelyan
15 years old
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“The "Good" Advice of "Bad" Spirits”
I don’t understand myself. It was the geometry lesson; my classmates came to me and asked:
“Have you done the assignment?”
“No.”
“Do you want to listen to the teacher?”
“No.”
“So let’s leave.”
The “evil spirits” were murmuring in my ear, over and over again: “Leave! Go! Go!” The “good” spirits were telling me to stay for the lesson.
I stayed. The teacher entered and was very angry, she said: “Open your exercise books; I want to check your homework.” Because I hadn’t done the work, I got a bad mark, and for coming to the lesson unprepared, I got another.
Why didn’t I listen to the “bad spirits”?
Ashot Ghoukasyan
14 years old
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“What’s the trouble Mariam?”
Today, while I was sitting with my head down, my teacher entered and began:
“Dear Mariam, what’s wrong? Are you crying?”
“No”, I answered rudely, “I am just thinking.”
“I think something really is wrong with you.”
“You seem to be in bad spirits”, said one of my classmates.
“Now, Mariam, honestly, are you in l….”
“No! No! No! Nothing has happened. I’m just thinking.”
After the lessons I went home. As I came in, mum said:
“Is everything all right at school? Have you been crying?”
I ran up to my room, hugged my teddy and fell asleep.
After that incident, I am never deep in thought during the class.
Mariam Manoukyan
12 years old
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“Had better missed the school”
I came home form school, had lunch and began my lessons.
I opened my diary and realized that I had a lot of work to do.
Ten math exercises, two biology lessons each of which was three pages long, history, seven English exercises, including learning a poem by heart and a recital.
I put my diary away, and asked my mother:
“Mum, I have so much homework; please can I miss school tomorrow?”
“What lessons do you have?”
“Plenty of math, two biology lessons, seven English exercises and a poem by heart. Please, can I skip lessons tomorrow?”
“No you cannot, go and do your homework, I will check it later.”
Convincing my mother is difficult. I went to my room and pretended to do my work until midnight. I thought she would be asleep by now, so I quietly emerged from my room… but as would luck would have it, my mother was sitting in the chair waiting for me.
Since I had only completed half of my work, we sat up for ore than two hours. I did learn my lessons, but as I overslept, I did not go to school the next day. My efforts were completely in vain!
Rima Tofanyan
13 years old
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“It’s Aram’s fault”
It was mathematics. Mr. Gevorgian gave us a test. While we were writing, he stood in the other part of the classroom, looking out through the window. I finished my work but did not tell anyone about that. Then I took my pen apart, so that no one could see it, torn a piece of paper off my copy-book and made paper balls. I put the balls one by one into the pen and blew them onto other students. I hid the pen, once the balls had reached the target. So that no one could catch me red-handed.
There was a parent-meeting the next day. During the meeting, they only spoke about me, and all my tricks for the whole month; they even put aside what they were supposed to discuss. Since then my teacher keeps on blaming me in everything that happens.
Aram Abrahamyan
13 years old
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“I do not want to play the role of Argishtie, I am a girl”
Have you ever heard nine form students taking part in a school performance?
OK, even if you have heard about it, it doesn’t change anything. I only want to say that now people do not do such kind of things.
Did you get what I mean? Now, please, try to explain it to our young teacher of history.
“We have a performance on Tuesday.”
“Oh, no!”
“Why no?”
“It’s a shame, we won’t do it”, said Ashot.
“But I have already given roles to everyone.”
“Noo!”
“And I have the role of king Argishtie”, I added in a displeased tone.
“That role is not that bad, I think”, my teacher got surprised.
“OK, even if it is a good role, I can’t play it, because I do not look like king Argishtie.”
“What makes you think you do not?”
“Firstly, I am a girl, secondly the role…”, But I stopped here. I did not have the courage to say the role was too long. I felt shameful.
“Girl, boy… it’s all the same. The most important thing is that you play your part well. OK?”
Her words made me happy; they meant that she understood me, that she was going to give me another role.
“OK, let’s start our rehearsal. Start king Argishtie.”
“No!” Alas, she didn’t give my role to anyone else. I knew she wouldn’t.
I wrote so much. I wish my teacher read my story and tried to understand me.
Eleonora Harutyunyan
15 years old
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“Announcement desk”
“Help, help! I don’t know what to do. I got myself into a difficult situation. People think I am an alien, a stranger. Nobody understands me, even my friend. Although we are close, she doesn’t understand me. The thing is that I don’t even tell her about me, or tell wrong things. How can she then understand me, or feel sympathy towards me? For example, there is a student in our class who is not an ordinary person, he is strange and doesn’t dress like everyone else. My classmates hate him, but I am not at odds with him. I am OK but a strange thing- I reprimand him most of all. Isn’t it strange? I don’t know. If you are able to help me and explain my actions, please write to “Manana” center, care of Lusine Hakobyan.”
Lusine Hakobyan
13 years old
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“This Happens Every Day”
“Mom, is this band OK for my hair?”
“Yes,” said my mother coming up to me. Then she glanced at my rings.
“Take out these rings right now”, she said.
“Please, mum!”
“I said, TAKE THEM OUT.”
“But all the girls wear rings.”
“At school?”
“Yes.”
“Then what?”
“They even wear bracelets and necklaces.”
“Let them wear, not you.”
I did not want to put myself in comparison with other girls but one ring wouldn’t really make much difference. It made for mum.
“My classmates wear rings, why shouldn’t I?”
“Ms. Chobanyan will get angry.”
I stopped arguing, what sense? I went to the wardrobe and left the rings there.
Just like every day.
Zarouhie Ghukasyan
13 years old
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“My thoughts”
“You are a bad girl because you support racial discrimination. You aren’t friendly with people dressed in black. I pity you.”
“But people in black are usually very boring. How can’t you understand this?”
“You are strange, because from time to time you laugh for no reason.”
“That is because my sense of humor is different.”
“You are a show-off, vain; you spend seven hours in front of the mirror.”
“But this is a way of expressing myself. Any branch of art serves this aim.”
“You are very affectionate; you almost tear your brother and sister into pieces, when you play with them.”
“If I had a dog or a cat, I would play with them.”
“Lessons are the only thing you care about. That’s all you do all day long.”
“Can you explain how you came to this conclusion? You can’t answer me, so keep your silly opinion to yourself.”
“You are a great romantic. You care your own worst enemy.
“Is that your problem?”
“You always have an answer to everything.”
“No, I don’t.”
“See, you have it.”
“You won’t win me. Never.”
“You are a selfish girl, who won’t accept defeat.”
“And you do not understand me; you always hurt, as though my tears make you happy. ”
Naneh Sahakyan
15 years old
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“It’s not my fault”
“Mom?”
“Mag? Come in, where is Tatevik?”
“Hello.”
“Why are you late?”
“But mum, it’s not only me. Tatev is late too.”
“I asked you, dear.”
Yes, I was back from school, later than usual. Something unexpected had happened.
“Mom, I forgot that I had to clean the classroom. I mean, Tatev and me.”
“Your classroom is cleaned by cleaners, don’t lie to me.”
“No, mom, today…”
“Stop lying, you are punished. Go to your room and do your homework.”
“Why don’t you punish Tatev too? She was also late.”
Tatev is my friend. I know it was not nice to say bad things about her, but I ran out of patience.
“Go to your room!”
I went to my room and wondered why they don’t understand me, but I couldn’t think why.
Maggie Hakobjanyan
11 years old
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“The tears were not understood”
Everything was as usual at school that Saturday. I was ready for the Armenian literature.
We were discussing the works of Aksel Bakunts, my favorite writer. The teacher opened the register. My curiosity made me stand up and peep into the register from above to see who the teacher was going to ask. At that moment my classmate exclaimed:
“Wow, Ester, there is s pin on your trousers.”
Everyone saw the pin, but no one took it seriously at all, because in our class sticking pins was a wide-spread phenomenon. I was shocked and started crying at the lesson. No one could understand why. Pin traps were being taken for granted, but I couldn’t take the hurt.
Ester Sahakyan
12 years old
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“Don’t Talk to Me When I am Angry”
One day I was going to school; at the entrance I saw my teacher.
“Why are you late? Hurry!”
I wanted to scream because I was very nervous. I entered the classroom. The lesson had already begun and I was late, as usual. Usually teachers don’t get annoyed with me because of that, but this time my teacher yelled at me, reprimanded me at the same time making jokes, which weren’t funny at all. The children began to laugh at me and tease me trying to wind me up.
That made me more angry, but I didn’t do anything. I turned my back and muttered to myself. The teacher looked at me and said that she thought our class was good, but no longer.
I got definitely and fully nervous. I was very angry. The bell rang.
A boy came to me and asked me something. I began to shout at him. I think he got upset.
Moushegh Baghdasaryan
14 years old
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“The good deed”
We were writing a test. Everyone was deep in work. Suddenly I got a crib. It read: “Ani give me the right answers.” I thought that if I helped her, she’d never try to do anything by her own.
I wrote back: “I don’t want to do you a favor, which will put you in a trouble in the future.”
My friend blamed me in response and said I simply didn’t want to be helpful. I tried to make my point clearer and explain that I was acting for her good. I didn’t write the test for her and was not able to make her understand my concerns of her future troubles.
It’s not that easy to understand people. And I felt it on my own skin. It was an unpleasant feeling, but I was able to fight it.
Ani Deghoyan
15 years old
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“My Little Brother and I”
One day I came home and my brother was playing on the computer. My teacher had assigned me to print some information on the computer: the time-table, the list of the students on duty. It was four p.m. I had much homework for the next day and had to manage everything else as well. I asked my brother to share the computer but he wouldn’t agree and after long, vain efforts I at last forced him out of the room.
My brother is six years old. As any other child would act, he started complaining to mom.
“Mom, David bit me and made me go out f the room, while I was playing on the computer Aaaaaaaa!”
Mummy, like any other mother, got angry and said I must not bully the poor child. My brother sat in front of the computer again and I did not finish the work. I felt irresponsible. Of course, I was not right either but is it that difficult to understand that duties are important, more important than those silly games, which only destroy your eyes?
David Martirosyan
13 years old
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“Just Useless Concerns”
“Hello.”
“Hello, can I speak to Anie, please?”
“Hold on a moment, please,” a cold, unknown voice answered, which though did not know me, was waiting for my call.
Impatiently, I waited for this moment to pass.
At last:
“Anie is busy at the moment, can you call later?”
“OK, thanks.”
So, you did not want to talk to me, Anie. You found a new friend, didn’t you? But you should know that she can not be a real friend to you, because she is a gossip. You don’t need her gossip and don’t pay attention to her trickery. But a new friend is your problem, not mine. I will better do my homework.
Ten minutes passed. Shall I call again, I wondered.
“Hello.”
“Hello, excuse me, is Anie still busy?”
“Who’s speaking?”
“Please, tell her it’s Maneh.”
“One moment, please.”
I overheard her say:
“Annie, it’s Maneh.”
“Tell her, I will call her later,” her voice was so weak that I couldn’t tell if it was angry or not.
The voice of the unknown woman said to me:
“Mnaeh, Anie will call you later.”
I put down the phone, this time I felt different. OK, I understood her point. I had annoyed her. How silly she was. I remembered her angry look. This was the reason: when I was laughing with my other friends, she was talking behind my back. But if she were my closest friend, she would have answered my call. I was very sad today, I wanted you to encourage me and what did you do? You didn’t understand me.
An hour passed. I didn’t do my assignments. The phone rang. I answered sadly.
“Hello, Maneh I am sorry, but I was really busy. We bought new furniture, I was moving my things,” Anie said quickly and cheerfully.
Maneh Tonoyan
15 years old
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