I wish you’d understand that some days I’m just not having a good day and that – no offence – being in your lesson is the last place I want to be. So if I’m more quiet than usual, please be aware.
I wish you’d understand that nine times out of ten when I don’t raise my hand I don’t know the answer to your question, and that picking on me unexpectedly makes my anxiety shoot through the roof at 100mph.
I wish you’d understand how hard I try in your lessons and that ‘unsatisfactory’ work actually took the most effort.
I wish you’d understand that sometimes my mind is just blank and that by trying to extract information out of me in front of other classmates when I’m struggling is deeply humiliating and petrifying – I end up carrying that on my shoulders for the rest of the day.
I wish you’d understand how fast my heart pounds, hands sweat and lumps form in my throat when you demand us to stand up in front of the class to present something.
I wish you’d understand how many thoughts and emotions plague my mind, as well as trying my best to participate in your lessons and that I don’t mean to seem uninterested.
I wish you’d understand how much simply acknowledging me outside of class with a smile or greeting makes my day.
I wish you’d understand how much encouragement and positivity helps me get through exams, deadlines and homework.
I just wish you’d understand.