My teacher automatically enrolled me in an Unseen Poetry Competition, Inter-school, without telling me. I went personally to another teacher-in-charge, and opted out because I was already contributing in another way.
Today was the day of the competition, and FIVE of my students have already asked me why I wasn't involved in this Literature event.
I'm just not.
Personally, I know I'm not a good Literature student, despite widespread belief. I maintain a B, which is not very good. I don't read excessively, my attention span towards literary works like The Picture of Dorian Gray is of that of a mustard seed. I am not a vocab bank, despite popular belief. Notice when people ask me what a word means, I usually DON'T KNOW. The only reason I get chosen or I attend these thingies, is because I love Literature, and my teachers exercise favouritism. I'm not afraid to say it. Its obvious.
If I am good, well sorry, I don't see it. If people in my school continue to label me as "THE Literature student", then, well, their standards will drop, and my school will disappear into oblivion. Is a 27/30 a good mark for Commonwealth? NO. But yet, I get chosen. Where is the level of excellence. Is a B4 the most excellent score for Literature. MOST DEFINITELY NOT. These people are blind.
Its flattering, of course, but I am not THE Literature Student. Find some other person, preferably a mugger, to pick on.
And no, this will not stop me from pursuing my interest. I won't let my personal irkdom affect me by taking away this one thing I love indulging in.
Gosh. I'm obnoxious.