Sometimes You Need To Stop And Accept The Situation 

I’m going to tell you something happened in my life. And I get a really great life lesson about it.

Before I told you to story I’m going to give you some information about the stuff I’m going to write.

In my country, in schools they teach you all the same classes until 11th grade. In 10th grade you choose a section of the way you will go to. There are 4 section. The math class. They learn math and lessons like that. They don’t have that much verbal classes. Then there is verbal classes, they only see one hour of math, that’s it. There is a TM classes (that’s a shortcut of course), they see math classes and literature equally. And language classes. In this section we learn languages. English, German and Turkish of course. None math classes.

So I picked language because of the job I wanted. But for a class to open 10 students have to pick the class. In my school we didn’t get enough students. I didn’t wanted to go to the other school so I stayed here and I had to pick TM. Because it was the closest one.

Everything Started A Week Ago. 

The school and the problems that school brought.(waking up early, the homework and for me going to a section that I didn’t want to.) 

I make a friend in the first day. (that’s a little unusual. ) She is like me to. She picked language, didn’t want to go to the other school so stayed here. Anyway in lunchtime of second day we thought that we don’t want to stay in this section but don’t want to go to the other school. So let’s open the section. We didn’t how to but we just wanted to. 

We talked to the principal and he said that we can open this week if you find 10 people. We started trying. We talked all the teachers. (the ones who like us.) They talked with students, we talked with everyone who thought or can come to language section. We get 7 at last. We couldn’t find rest of it. 3 people 3!!!

We didn’t give up. We didn’t accept the situation and kept trying. In two days we tried to find 10 students and convince our principal the open the section. We tried to find new ways(we couldn’t).  We even didn’t go to the some lessons for this. Then our guidance teacher told us that  

“You two tried your best for yourselfs. Sometimes you need to stop trying and accept the situation. “

 

First we didn’t accept it. We didn’t listen to our guidance teacher. We kept creating new hopes and failing. The end of the Friday our principal told us that stop trying because we couldn’t open the section anymore. We get upset of course but this isn’t the point of this blog.

 

The thing is yes never stop dreaming and fighting for it. But sometimes always creating new hopes and failing about them is stressful and upsetting. Am I regretful for trying that hard? No. Because in the future I didn’t want to feel bad thinking “does the section opened if I tried.” or “did I manage the open the class.” so yes I tried everything I could and it didn’t happened.

 

Now,  the time is focus on being good at this section and still go to my dream job and living my dream life. Maybe this is a good thing that I didn’t go to that section.( I mean I can’t see why right now but maybe I can in the future.)  

You can’t decide some things. Always try your best but know when to let go.

 

 

Not an original stuff

This is my first day of blogging, I have Tumblr too yes but all I do is reblog so that doesn’t count right. So like must blogger I read did I’m going to introduce myself too. 

First things first,  I apologize for my English. English is not my main language I just learn at school and I really really really want to improve it. What is the best way of doing it? Practice of course. 

I’m 16. And I have some big dreams like every person in the world. I’m trying to make my dreams come true (obviously). One of my dreams is writing a blog and need to start somewhere right? 

I’m going to high school (as you guessed). And I don’t have much friends because we just moved here. It’s been a year and I select my friends wisely (not because I’m unsocial,  of course). 

Okay I’m just skipping this boring stuff for your own help and start telling you my story about writing :

I always love writing. Making stories up and telling them. In primary school I was the story teller (I’m sure that they were some weird princess stories.). When I learned how to write I didn’t write stories immediately of course. But when my parents sick off listening my weird stories they told me to write them. It was good for two ways. First they didn’t have to listen to me anymore. Second,  it was a good practice for school. 

I wrote my stories yes. But they were shorter than a paragraph. When I was at 6th grade I wasn’t writing for a long time. Than I had some friend issues. My parents divorced when I was 8 so my mother always working to give us the best life that we can live. There wasn’t noone to listen to me(my mother would but that time I said myself the she wouldn’t.) 

I started to writing a journal. But I wrote in the fanciest way possible (I lost the journal while we moved here, sad story.) At 7th grade I had a friend who thinks writing journal is stupid. And I don’t know why I just didn’t write after that. 

At 8th grade our friendship ended very cruel for me. (I’m a little over dramatic I admit it.) So there was a girl who is just a normal classmate(right now she is my best friend) she didn’t end our friendship even we went to the different high school. And I just think maybe I look the friendship at the wrong hands. 

Anyways, at 9th grade’s summer I told my writing story to her and she said that I should continue writing. She read 1 or 2 of them. But not that much. I don’t even know why. And she like the stories. Told me I can really write and encourage me to write longer. I tried and managed one time. I couldn’t get to an end but it was good. But she didn’t read that one. Noone did. 

So right now I’m 11th class. Next year I’m going to be a senior. Than go to college. Probably like must of the people I want to go a good University. Actually I have goal and it’s one of the bests of my country. I study but I don’t know if its enough.

Thats it for now. I hope you like the things I write, I don’t what I write yet but hope you like it.