As kids, students, we go to school to learn. We go to school to make friends and learn how to interact with others, and basically learn who we are. We go to school to learn math and English and science and history and every other subject you could possibly choose. We are told in the handbook a dress code but also somewhere in there is a spot that pretty much states to come looking acceptable. What is acceptable? What does it mean to dress acceptably when you're a kid no older than dick Gregory. Acceptable means able to be agreed on, able to be tolerated but who's to say what you wear or how you act is tolerable or is acceptable because to them it might mean something else to the other students in gregory's class they might've had more money
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I hope people but not because I pity them that because I know where they've been, because I walked in their shoes. Maybe not exactly the same, maybe the details or tweaked a little and maybe one of us has it worse off than the other but nonetheless you help people because you want to. I remember one day I was in the thrift store and there was a little girl and her older sister and her mom was fine with buying the younger one all these nice clothes but the older one can even have one shirt that she wanted at this time I was probably only 13 years old but even then even without knowing what it felt like to not have the money to pay for something I didn't know how it felt to not feel the same, to not feel equal as others so as she walked away I proceeded to grab that shirt bring it to the front and pay for it in secrecy. I put in a bag and right after they walked out the door I ran out to them and I said hey, I think you forgot a bag they acted confused because I could've swore they got everything but of course they still took at the moment they drove off I remember wishing that I could've seen the face whenever she realized she still got it but at the same time I don't care because I knew that they should have when she opened it. It sucks to feel different, it sucks to feel shame for something you can't
I hope people but not because I pity them that because I know where they've been, because I walked in their shoes. Maybe not exactly the same, maybe the details or tweaked a little and maybe one of us has it worse off than the other but nonetheless you help people because you want to. I remember one day I was in the thrift store and there was a little girl and her older sister and her mom was fine with buying the younger one all these nice clothes but the older one can even have one shirt that she wanted at this time I was probably only 13 years old but even then even without knowing what it felt like to not have the money to pay for something I didn't know how it felt to not feel the same, to not feel equal as others so as she walked away I proceeded to grab that shirt bring it to the front and pay for it in secrecy. I put in a bag and right after they walked out the door I ran out to them and I said hey, I think you forgot a bag they acted confused because I could've swore they got everything but of course they still took at the moment they drove off I remember wishing that I could've seen the face whenever she realized she still got it but at the same time I don't care because I knew that they should have when she opened it. It sucks to feel different, it sucks to feel shame for something you can't