What Dream Does to a Dreamer

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Yeah. Nothing hurts more than a broken dream. Nothing breaks heart crueler than failing to achieve your aims. Nothing, could be more gloomy. It was my dream. The Student Council. Being a part of it. Making a change to this school. Contributing your thoughts and ideas to the school. Handling the school’s events. That’s who I want to be. I DON’T want to be just another shade of grey. I want to be a rainbow. I don’t want to spend the rest of my high school life doing nothing. Not becoming somebody. Failing to make a change. Searching for who I am. I want to spend my high school years, becoming someone. Making a difference. Reaching goals and dreams. Doing something that I can talk about with my future kids later. Hard to imagine it’s over, right? It’s really easy to lose something you care about, slipping earnestly from your fingertips, without realization. Let’s recall my jaded journey to doom. 25th January 2012. My first day at my high school. Nervous. Anxious. Scared. But when our old principal said we can be who we want to be here, and describing the Student Representative Council as ‘popular kids chosen by the student body’, for the first time I smiled. I knew in that moment, it’s everything I want to be. It’s gonna be my dream, and I will stop at nothing to achieve that. Flash back a couple of years. Take a look at my leadership stints. When I was eight, I became the class monitor. I vaguely remember why. The teacher never held any election. I was just selected, as I was the best student in the class. Grades matter, of course. For a couple of months, I did my role as the president. I wrote down noisy students’ names, I collected tasks, and so on. But one day…… a friend of mine was playing around with me. Of course, I entertained her. My biggest mistake ever. It was Malay class, and the teacher just happen to be my class teacher. And she saw that we are

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