School Pupil Leader

Hola and Hello beloved readers

Rida P.S alias Señorida Anastasia is here. I would have been much delighted to have made this post if the election for the school pupil leader were over today. It was to be held today. What happened?

MOON

She symbolises the moon

She's a silent boon

You are the stars

Her people are her scars

Sun will kill the scars soon

This is what happened as far as I came to hear. 

I thought I'd post the promised post tody after the election results even if my dearie Anjali became the SPL or not. Anjali, I wanted this to be for you but this post is now for everyone. 

Pazhampuranam

I joined my convent school in 2022. I had high hopes and aspirations. I had loved the school ever since I was a kid because I had the privilage of walking around the school when I went to get my aunt years back. But because all this was post covid, there was a lot I were trying to figure out. Two years back that, I was in a different country, school, people, atmosphere and even the air! I had to promise myself to be the quiet kid for my mom had an impression on me of how strict the school was and how easily I could jump into trouble. Not to mention, she was a former student. I were younger and different from that of everyone. I just wanted it to pass and I didn’t want to be seen. I were put in a class of 65 students. Not to mention, I were in a class of 25 students. 

The point I'm trying to make is, I'm trying to make my first steps into the world. That was the state of my mind. I were only taking the first steps. 

God! I couldn't help being that typical mischievious Rida P.S that I am. I became one of the top three in my class. Full A+. It was only the second term of first year. They started hearing my name. The teacher finally knew me. Not to mention, I were good on making impressions a bit sooner than that.

9th grade. They elect me and Anjali as class leaders. I do my duty faithfully and honestly. Anjali, thank you for being my second leader and my courage to do my duty as I did. One of us were to be the candidate from our class. Me or Anjali. And now my mates in class wanted two of the others to be. My mates were utterly disappointed in this. Someone said it was Anjali and everyone hailed it as it were. I wasn't jealous. Never! They imposed I were jealous. They are the stars which are scars. I only supported and thought it best for everyone thought she is to be it. God! I only thought it best. 

But when they started ignoring me completely just soon as after that.... making unnecessary ruckus about an election. Simply ignoring me. A teacher scolded me. You can't imagine reader. You can't! What I went through. Because next, they say they want another kid to do it and not me. Like.... I'm the problem. I break down. I fall. Darling I fell!  

I cry. I tell my teacher that I can't be their leader. I'm not a coward darling. I'm not ashamed. To cry, has been a sign of being alive. Where there us courage, ther was, is fear. Where there is fear, there would be courage. 

This becomes a red flag between us. That was because of the scars or stars. I'll always be thankful to Anjali. We talked and cleared it. She even cried because of this. Dear Anjali, I had nothing against you. I were only glad for you. 

 

Nobody might have seen me screaming her name during our little capaign. 

She doesn't get elected as SPL last year. 

This year, she's the first option from the start. It was decided even before anything. I was out of the qualification of leadership or recognition just after the first issue. It doesn't hurt like the scars would impose. It's just lovely to think of it. Scars still say that I'm just a big bad nerd that I wouldn't care to stand for election. I hate this misjudging! 

Badges get printed. We get excited. Goosebumps! Symbol? Moon! School is the sun. Moon is the SPL. Stars are the students. Sun doesn't stand alone. It would have to move to another side and shed light on moon so that it would hold together and give spotlight to all the stars. 

This is why SPL is important.

East or West, Anjali is the Best!!!!

Not to mention, she is! She is the best! She's equally adored by the teachers and the students!

Campaign was forbidden. IDK! Campaigns are how elections work in our country. These little school election are students way to the world of politics. Little first steps. All the candidates and classes get out with their posters. It was kinda like a protest. A mere protest. Elections get cancelled. Our poster in which the beautiful artist of our class spend hours is rumored to be destroyed. She met midnight the day she painted it. An artist knows how it is to paint a moon! 

Campaigns have been carried out for years in our school. It's happening in other schools. It's a way that all the kids would feel included. 

We need a SPL. Just like we need a Moon. A school is nothing without a student and hence it is a need for SPL that we have our leader who would perform their duties faithfully and honestly. An SPL who should have access to it. An SPL who would also be included. We need it. It's not want any of us want, it's want all of us need!

As a writer I've made my statement through my little poem:)

I have no disrespect nor anything towards anyone. I just expressed my thoughts. I think, the elections should happen. 

School is where we studets, people of future take our first steps. School is where we get involved and know it. It is necessary to know why we have SPL and why we have elections. It is important to know the need of a campaign, secrecy, participation, expression and such

To the scars,

It was a dream of a fourth grader once that she wanted to be head girl. She's not a big bad nerd. She's got a soul that may not be what it's you see through the body. You just don't know me. You just haven't been in my shoes.