It’s sad that the child’s disability wasn’t discovered soon and his actions were thought of as “troublesome”. I think that if the child has been able to speak whatever it is on his mind and have a few people—especially his parents— believe in him then he would have not gone through a tough life.
The child also wanted to know what his purpose in life was—he surely wasn’t going to be called “stupid” all the time right? And so he settles on an adventure by cutting classes and rides on a bus that took him almost everywhere.
His smile was gorgeous when he was sightseeing; it made my heart feel for him, you know that feeling when you made someone happy? Bingo. But his parents didn’t like what he did and so he was punished by his father with such cruel words and physical abuse.
I mean, his parents way of “parenting” him was insane. I personally, did not like what his parents did to discipline him. No man should be abused that way—physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. Usually if the child experiences this in the Philippines, they are quickly brought to DSWD and the child’s parents would be in jail.
And because of the kid’s troublesome attitude, his parents decided to make him attend boarding school—which was far away from them. I felt bad when he tried to persuade his parents into not sending him into this school, I felt as hopeless as what the child felt.
The child was still made fun of in that school for not understanding his lessons and so this made him inferior to his classmates—unable to develop his specialty.
But when a new teacher arrives, that’s when the child’s life turned good. The teacher noticed this child and made it a goal to become this child’s friend. Of course, who would listen to a stranger? This was actually a good tactic, to make bonds with people so that you could understand them better. I mean, when a troubled man suddenly asks help from you, the stranger, would you actually give this guy a second glance? You wouldn’t, would you?
And so this teacher befriends this child. At first it was hard to persuade the child that he was special and the teacher did not quite fully understood this child but the longer they bonded—he finally knew what was troubling the child.
And that was because the kid was suffering dyslexia—a difficulty in reading and the child perceives letters as if they were dancing in the air and so his imaginations usually got the best of him.
The teacher quickly tells the kid’s parents about this but they did not understand the teacher and thought that he was crazy but after a few persuasions, the parents understood what the teacher was talking about.
The teacher also made the child open his mind that he wasn’t the only kid in the world who has dyslexia; great people like Albert Einstein and Thomas Edison were an example of people who have dyslexia.
The child begins to feel that he wasn’t an outcast, he wasn’t a loser and he definitely wasn’t “stupid” and his artworks were proofs that he really wasn’t what the people thought about him. He was special and he wanted people to know that.
And so the teacher proposes an art competition between students and teachers. Everyone competed and in the end, this dyslexic kid won in the competition.
What I liked about the movie was it gave me a thought that just because a certain person is not what society thinks is “normal” doesn’t mean that he couldn’t do things like what “normal” people do. Every person in the world has his gift and not everyone has the same gift as that person.
Every person in this world is special—we are all the same and we shouldn’t discriminate these kinds of people just because society thinks that they are freaks.
I kind of saw myself as that kid in the movie, only I wasn’t dyslexic. What I experienced was quite different but in a sense, has similarity with what the child felt.
What I did was I could control my dreams, at first I didn’t think much about it but as I grew up, it got better and of course, as a kid, I wanted to tell this to somebody. I mean, this is a great experience so why not tell somebody about it?
But the children didn’t understand me. They thought I was just lying and so they avoided me, thinking I was a “freak” for actually controlling my dreams and I felt bad for actually having this kind of gift and so I stopped controlling my dreams.
But when I became a sophomore, I met a teacher who told us her experiences with the dream world and told us that she could control her dreams and this was called “lucid dreaming” and I was afraid to speak up about my experience, thinking that my classmates would probably think I was insane or something.
So I went up to my teacher in private and told her that I could also control my dreams. She was glad that I spoke up and since then we became friends. She helped me regain that “gift” back and she taught me how to use it.
I was glad to meet someone like her and I felt like I wasn’t the only person in the world who could do this and ever since then, I felt quite confident of myself for speaking up. Sometimes, kids who are afraid to speak out shouldn’t be kept away from the real world.
And as an adult, you shouldn’t keep this child from speaking up. You should be a role model to understand that NOT all people are the same and to be able to this, you should stand up and start this. Don’t just sit there when somebody is being bullied—stand up and fight for him, or if you are being bullied then stand up and fight.
You shouldn’t be deprived from your rights. You are special. Everyone is special and if somebody thinks you aren’t then what made him more special than you are? This change should start from yourself—not somebody else and I, Ezra Jude S. Generoso, stands up to speak for the rights of those kids who are discriminated and bullied for being thought of as “stupid” or “freaks”. Thank you, that may be all.
The child also wanted to know what his purpose in life was—he surely wasn’t going to be called “stupid” all the time right? And so he settles on an adventure by cutting classes and rides on a bus that took him almost everywhere.
His smile was gorgeous when he was sightseeing; it made my heart feel for him, you know that feeling when you made someone happy? Bingo. But his parents didn’t like what he did and so he was punished by his father with such cruel words and physical abuse.
I mean, his parents way of “parenting” him was insane. I personally, did not like what his parents did to discipline him. No man should be abused that way—physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. Usually if the child experiences this in the Philippines, they are quickly brought to DSWD and the child’s parents would be in jail.
And because of the kid’s troublesome attitude, his parents decided to make him attend boarding school—which was far away from them. I felt bad when he tried to persuade his parents into not sending him into this school, I felt as hopeless as what the child felt.
The child was still made fun of in that school for not understanding his lessons and so this made him inferior to his classmates—unable to develop his specialty.
But when a new teacher arrives, that’s when the child’s life turned good. The teacher noticed this child and made it a goal to become this child’s friend. Of course, who would listen to a stranger? This was actually a good tactic, to make bonds with people so that you could understand them better. I mean, when a troubled man suddenly asks help from you, the stranger, would you actually give this guy a second glance? You wouldn’t, would you?
And so this teacher befriends this child. At first it was hard to persuade the child that he was special and the teacher did not quite fully understood this child but the longer they bonded—he finally knew what was troubling the child.
And that was because the kid was suffering dyslexia—a difficulty in reading and the child perceives letters as if they were dancing in the air and so his imaginations usually got the best of him.
The teacher quickly tells the kid’s parents about this but they did not understand the teacher and thought that he was crazy but after a few persuasions, the parents understood what the teacher was talking about.
The teacher also made the child open his mind that he wasn’t the only kid in the world who has dyslexia; great people like Albert Einstein and Thomas Edison were an example of people who have dyslexia.
The child begins to feel that he wasn’t an outcast, he wasn’t a loser and he definitely wasn’t “stupid” and his artworks were proofs that he really wasn’t what the people thought about him. He was special and he wanted people to know that.
And so the teacher proposes an art competition between students and teachers. Everyone competed and in the end, this dyslexic kid won in the competition.
What I liked about the movie was it gave me a thought that just because a certain person is not what society thinks is “normal” doesn’t mean that he couldn’t do things like what “normal” people do. Every person in the world has his gift and not everyone has the same gift as that person.
Every person in this world is special—we are all the same and we shouldn’t discriminate these kinds of people just because society thinks that they are freaks.
I kind of saw myself as that kid in the movie, only I wasn’t dyslexic. What I experienced was quite different but in a sense, has similarity with what the child felt.
What I did was I could control my dreams, at first I didn’t think much about it but as I grew up, it got better and of course, as a kid, I wanted to tell this to somebody. I mean, this is a great experience so why not tell somebody about it?
But the children didn’t understand me. They thought I was just lying and so they avoided me, thinking I was a “freak” for actually controlling my dreams and I felt bad for actually having this kind of gift and so I stopped controlling my dreams.
But when I became a sophomore, I met a teacher who told us her experiences with the dream world and told us that she could control her dreams and this was called “lucid dreaming” and I was afraid to speak up about my experience, thinking that my classmates would probably think I was insane or something.
So I went up to my teacher in private and told her that I could also control my dreams. She was glad that I spoke up and since then we became friends. She helped me regain that “gift” back and she taught me how to use it.
I was glad to meet someone like her and I felt like I wasn’t the only person in the world who could do this and ever since then, I felt quite confident of myself for speaking up. Sometimes, kids who are afraid to speak out shouldn’t be kept away from the real world.
And as an adult, you shouldn’t keep this child from speaking up. You should be a role model to understand that NOT all people are the same and to be able to this, you should stand up and start this. Don’t just sit there when somebody is being bullied—stand up and fight for him, or if you are being bullied then stand up and fight.
You shouldn’t be deprived from your rights. You are special. Everyone is special and if somebody thinks you aren’t then what made him more special than you are? This change should start from yourself—not somebody else and I, Ezra Jude S. Generoso, stands up to speak for the rights of those kids who are discriminated and bullied for being thought of as “stupid” or “freaks”. Thank you, that may be all.