The Boy in Class

November 15, 2024

A quiet room in the quietest corner of the school makes for the perfect storm of emotion and virtuous expression. Inside the room, an environment set for learning, a place of kindred minds and necessary perspective that may be forgotten in the years to pass. Some many of these teens are lost. They don’t know what living is and yet they live the best kind of life, a life of ignorance. 

A beautiful, beautiful ignorance ever adult strives to regain because the hardships of wondering what tomorrow holds is too difficult to imagine. Within these walls, a modern classroom, teaching old ideas of everyday knowledge and yet we can do nothing but abide by my parental rule. So, mentoring becomes our role, a heavy burden we did not ask for but have to bear, because we’re the only ones who truly hear them.

With these words of sorrow and struggle please still see the hope. Because there is hope. I see signs of learning, learning right from wrong and becoming a well-rounded person, a person who wants to change the world. I see a playfulness and a childlike ignorance, an ignorance we might need right now. A way of life that won’t close minds but open hearts and begin a humanality again.

I see it, will you?