Classic inspirational article: Not only do you grow up in poverty

Classic inspirational article: not only you grow up in poverty author: Greg Franklin

It was a spring afternoon. In my high school nature class, every student was asked to proficiently dissect a frog. Today is my turn. I am ready early.
I am wearing my favorite plaid shirt - I think this dress makes me look very spiritual. For today's experiment, I have practiced many times beforehand. I walked to the podium with confidence, smiled and faced my classmates, grabbed the scalpel and prepared to start.
At this time, a voice came from behind the classroom, "Great shirt!"
I tried hard when it was the wind of the ear, but then another voice rang at the back of the classroom. "That shirt is my father, his mother is the servant of my family. She took the shirt from the pocket of our home to the relief station. ""
My heart sank and I couldn't speak. It may be only a minute, but it seems to me for dozens of minutes. I stood there, my mind was blank, and all the eyes under the stage gathered on my shirt. I once ran for the vice chairman of the student union with my excellent eloquence, but at that moment, my life was silent for the first time in front of everyone. I turned my head to the side and then heard some people laughing with ill will. My biology teacher asked me to start dissecting, I stood there silently, he repeated again, I still didn't move. After a while, he said: "Franklin, you can go back and sit down, your score is D."
I don't know which one is more humiliating, whether it is getting a low score or being revealed. After returning home, I stuffed my shirt into the bottom of the closet. My mother found it and hung it to the prominent position in front of the closet. I put it in the middle again, but my mother moved it to the front again.
After more than a week, my mother asked me why I didn't wear that shirt anymore. I replied, "I don't like it anymore."
But she continued to ask, I did not want to hurt her, but had to tell her the truth. I told her about what happened in the class that day.
Mother sat down silently, tears falling silently. Then she called her employer "I can't work for your home anymore." Then asked the other person to apologize for what happened at school that day. In the rest of the day, my mother kept silent. After my brothers and sisters went to sleep, I secretly stood outside my mother's bedroom and wanted to hear about the progress of the matter.
With tears in her eyes, the mother told her father about the humiliation she had received, how she resigned her job, how she felt uncomfortable for me. She said that she can no longer do cleaning work, and life should have more important things to do.
"So what do you want to do?" Dad asked.
"I want to be a teacher."
She said with a slap in the air.
"But you have not read college."
She said with confidence. "Yes, this is what I am going to do, and I will do it."
The next morning, she went to the personnel director of the education department. He appreciated her interest, but she could not teach without a corresponding degree. That night, my mother, a mother with seven children, and a middle-aged woman who graduated from high school and stayed away from campus, shared with us her new plan to go to college.
After that, my mother had to spend 9 hours a day studying. She started the book at the dinner table and did her homework with us.
At the end of the first semester, she immediately went to the personnel director and asked for a teacher position. But she was once again told, "There must be a corresponding education degree, otherwise it will not work."
In the second semester, my mother went to the personnel director again.
He said, "You are serious, are you? I think I can give you a position as a teacher assistant. But what you want to teach is those children who are extremely rebellious, slow to learn, lack of learning opportunities for various reasons, you There may be many setbacks, and many teachers feel quite difficult."
Mom is using her actions to tell me how to face the adversity I am in, to be brave enough to challenge, and never give up.
For me, when I took the textbook out of the classroom that day, my biology teacher said to me: "I know, this is a tough day for you, but I will give you a second chance to finish tomorrow. This task."
The next day, I dissected the frog in class, and he changed my score from D to B. I want A, but he said, "You should do it the first time, which is unfair to others."
When I put the book to the door, he said, "You think that only you have to wear clothes that others have worn, are you? You think that only you are grown up from poverty, are you?" I use a positive tone. Said to him, "Yes!"
My teacher surrounded me with my arms and then told me the story of his growing up in despair. On the day he graduated, he was laughed at by others because he had no money to buy a decent hat and a decent dress. He told me that at that time, he could only wear the same clothes and pants to school every day.
He said, "I understand your feelings. At that time, my mood is the same as you. But do you know, child? I believe in you, I think you are outstanding, and my heart can feel it."
Later, I campaigned for the chairman of the student union, and my biology teacher became my guidance consultant. When I was in the meeting, I always looked for him, and he would give me a thumbs up under the stage - this is a secret that only he and I share.