Honor Roll

The blissfulness of youth floats in the air as thousands of kids are cramming through the hallway

Giggling with best friends and making sure to discuss the unimportant things in life

We get to our class but we don’t go in the same door

My friends go into the classroom across the hall

I enter my class alone looking at youthful faces I don’t recognize

Putting my head down walking to the middle row without discussion is routine

My only goal is to make it through the next 100 minutes without being in a constant state of confusion

The later step in my daily routine is feeling stupid

Trying not to ask too many questions while trying to understand

My friends don’t ask how class was when lunch rolls around, it’s something not mentioned

like illness or disease

Tutors and tears

Crying not because I don’t want to do it but because I want to understand

I want to feel smart

Two fingers on the touchpad scrolling and scrolling

Then I see it

My name

On the President’s Honor Roll

The triumph of this story is not that I gained intelligence, but confidence

Worked for the realization you are not only your weaknesses

That everyone is smart in their own way