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The BATTLE of RIGHTS

Once upon a time I was told, “fight for your rights!” and that motivated me to fight the battle of justice. But just by being a student, the battle itself was not easy. Why you ask? Because I feel like I don’t even have the right to say what I believe is right. The school was the justice hall and of course, what would you get from a justice hall? JUDGEMENT. What kind of judgement? The one that deprives you of your right to speak, to be who you are and to defend yourself. I am victim and I was deprived of my right to speak for my own. The right to defend myself from the rumors and the issues others bombard towards me. The battle of shame. That was the battle I endured just to fight for my rights. Now you ask why? Why would I fight for my rights? Simple, because I believe everyone has their own rights. Because I believe that I have these rights that I stood ground for. I believe they are worth fighting for. Don’t let other people down you. Don’t let them destroy what you exerted effort for. Don’t let them destroy your ego. Don’t let the judgement keep you rock bottom. Stand up and be brave. Face the hatred, the judgement and the people. Standing and fighting for your rights does not mean you trample and crush them as a sign of vengeance and equality. Fighting for your rights means to gently prove to them your worth and let them see who you really are. Everyone has their differences, you have the right to be unique and be who your really are. But a BIG REMINDER: NEVER ABUSE YOUR RIGHTS. Because they are not absolute. I was once a victim of these battle grounds. And here I impart a story to tell you the righteous way to fight your rights.

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Rise from rock bottom: Letter of Encouragement

• UPDATE: In connection to my article "FLAWS" •

We students felt the flaws. Felt the pressure and everything that puts us rock bottom. The words that cut through our chest and minds. The negativity that hypnotizes our brains to give up. The trampled motivations we showed. Till we come to the point that hatred is eating away our future. To the point we despise and even blame ourselves for being useless and having no worth.  What can we do? What do we have to do if this sorcery continues? I suggest to all students out there, speak for your rights. If you feel offended, if you feel down, you always have the right to speak for yourself. Prove to them, that you are better than what they thought. That every one of us has their own unique capabilities and that we are smart in our own ways. We can climb out of our weakness shell, and let them see that what they thought we cannot do is just a challenge to let them see the real you. That we continue to try after all the hurtful words they bombard us. This is what we can do best. To be better. We are students and we understand and endure the struggle. The pain. The tears we tried so hard to keep. The failures we tried so hard to accept.  Everything was done with effort. Everything was done with the thought for success. All will be worth it in the end. You just have to stand, try and never ever forget to respect. A student who stands, speaks and respects is better than someone who pulls you to the depths of the ocean. Education is the KEY to SUCCESS. But EDUCATION with ALL THESE is the KEY to a GREATER SUCCESS. I believe no student has never felt and experiences injustice. We all have. And for that, stand and never give up. We are all worth something. 

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FLAWS

We are students and we live our everyday lives trying to do our best to pass, to be active and to reach the expectation of our parents, teachers or generally the school. But, how would we be able to do that when within the grounds, we already feel the pressure, the dissatisfaction and the failure before we even try? We are students and every day we endure the stress. We create bonds and memories. And we never neglect the fact that each and every one of us has FLAWS. School was said to be our second home, yet did it feel like home? Was our school warm? In some points, yes. But in some points also no. Some of our second-parents may not notice the sharp knife in their words. Some of them may not notice that we were trying. Some may not seem to see the joy in our success. Some just don’t even care. And lastly, some are too strict. We students all understand that teaching is not easy. We students understand that we also have our mistakes. Though the point is, is it right to down our motivation? Is it right to tell us that we will never be successful? Is it right to not at least notice the efforts we made even if we were cramming on the day of our deadliest deadline? We never ran out respect, even if we are already on the verge of crying from all the dissatisfaction, the failures and pressures, the thought of disappointing our parents and friends. Even if we somehow want to cuss and get mad, we cannot do so because we respect the profession and the person behind. It’s just that; tell us properly what we need to do. Not to the point of stomping the chances and motivation we still can grasp to do better and be the best that there is in our own ways.