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		<title>One Wrong Thing</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[One Wrong Thing By Alexa Dunsche, age 13, New York. Don’t be quiet at school otherwise people won’t like you; be kind but don’t be too kind otherwise it’ll come off as desperate; you have to keep up with your work but don’t go too far ahead otherwise you are a “goody two shoes”; you [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800080;"><em><span style="font-size: 18px;">By Alexa Dunsche, age 13, New York.</span></em></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000080; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-size: 20px;"><strong>D</strong></span>on’t be quiet at school</span><br />
<span style="color: #000080; font-size: 16px;">otherwise people won’t like you;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">be kind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">but don’t be too kind otherwise it’ll come off as desperate;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to keep up with your work</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">but don’t go too far ahead otherwise you are a “goody two shoes”;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to be yourself</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">but you also have to be what other people want you to be in order to fit in;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">“Aren’t you the quiet kid in school?”</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to be nice to everyone </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">even if they don’t treat you right;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">“I have to be quiet because if I stand up for myself,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">I will get shut down”;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to be loud and proud</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">otherwise no one will hear you;</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">“You are doing everything wrong!”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to smile for the picture</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">even if where you are smiling is purgatory;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to keep your cards close to your chest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">but not too close otherwise people will think you are hiding something;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you can’t dress in black otherwise people will think you are emo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">but you can’t dress too colorful either, otherwise people will look at you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">like a little kid;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to follow the trends</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">but you can’t be too invested in them because it’s not cool the next day;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">“I’m trying!”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to stay and not cry</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">because if you do, they will get pleasure;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you have to be perfect.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you just have to be.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">if you make one little mistake,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">you’re a failure;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">one bad mark</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">can damage your grade forever;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">one misstep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">can send you to the hospital with a cast on your leg;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">one wrong move</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">and you lose the game;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">one new friend</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">and you lose the whole friend group;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">one public embarrassment</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;">and no one can be seen with you;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #000080;"><strong>one wrong thing<br />
not the whole story</strong><br />
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<p><span style="color: #800080;"><em><span style="font-size: 16px;">By Alexa Dunsche, age 13, grade 7, New York. Alexa adds: “</span></em></span><em><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #800080;">This poem came from the pressure I feel to be perfect, and how one wrong move can feel like it ruins everything. In the moment, I felt like each mistake I made erased everything else. Writing this poem helped me realize it doesn’t have to be that way. One wrong thing can feel huge, but it doesn’t define who you are.”</span></em></p>
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		<title>The Unforgettable Memories of School</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2021 20:05:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Unforgettable Memories of School Waking up in the morning was a pain, Four more days to go, we’d say in our brain. Oh! Those long morning assemblies, Where we melted in summers and in winters stood numbly. I bet we all had a teacher who was like our worst nightmare, I will never forget [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<pre class="wp-block-verse has-text-align-left"><span style="color:#2f00a3" class="has-inline-color"><strong>The Unforgettable Memories of School</strong>

 Waking up in the morning was a pain,
 Four more days to go, we’d say in our brain.
 Oh! Those long morning assemblies,
 Where we melted in summers and in winters stood numbly.
 I bet we all had a teacher who was like our worst nightmare,
 I will never forget all the gossip about her that we shared.
 Faking signatures was an inborn talent we all had,
 And making excuses was like our jam.
 In lunch breaks we shared our food,
 On one’s birthday to get two chocolates we argued.
 We passed chits around the class,
 From one end to another we would sit and laugh.
 The times before the exams were filled with anxiety and stress,
 Oh! Those dreadful sleepless nights, the misery we couldn’t express.
 We made many friends, but the true ones stayed,
 The others were good, but they eventually fade.
 For the weekend we would desperately long,
 The best two days of the week, oh! So, fast they would already be gone.
 We stuck with each other in times of laughter and in times of strife,
 Unaware of it all we made memories for life.
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<em>By Simerah Pinto, age 13, Dubai, U.A.E. </em></span></pre>



<div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" src="https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/simerh-potrait-836x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-2053" width="312" height="382" srcset="https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/simerh-potrait-836x1024.jpg 836w, https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/simerh-potrait-245x300.jpg 245w, https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/simerh-potrait-768x941.jpg 768w, https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/simerh-potrait.jpg 860w" sizes="(max-width: 312px) 100vw, 312px" /><figcaption><span style="color:#400650" class="has-inline-color">Photo: <em>Simerah Pinto, age 13, Dubai, U.A.E.</em></span></figcaption></figure></div>



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