Spanning the entirety of humanity, there is one lesson that each and every single person will learn fairly early on in their lives. Thousands of songs have been dedicated to it, and in there is never a sitcom that doesn’t deal with the premise at least once. Books reach the top-selling ranks by offering emotional support to those effected. Bloggers whine about their own past experiences.
The fact is, life is unfair. It’s a common lesson, that most of us learn in very different ways. A loved one dies. A baby bird falls out of its nest. Your younger sibling puts the blame on you. All that remains of the party-ordered pizza is meatlovers - and you’re a vegetarian.
This is the tale of how I was reminded that life was unfair, and that people will betray you just to get what they want. STARING 3rd GRADE CAMDEN.
For those unaware, I was in the 5th grade when my family moved to Australia (which promptly changed my education structure to Grade 5, etc.). My elementary schooling took place at 2 different public schools, as my family moved into a different school zone after a few years. Now, the cultural make up of my class might be a little different to what most of my fellow Australian students would be used to. It was like 1/4 Anglosaxon, 1/4 African American, 1/4 Hispanic, and a remaining 1/4 made up of students who had just moved countries and didn’t speak English.
Since such a large amount of students were coming in from places like Turkey, Japan, Thailand, etc, the school thought it best to boot up a little initiative called the ‘Student Ambassador’ program. Essentially, it took friendly students and had them show the new kids around the school, and try to explain the purpose of everything going on. (like seriously, can you imagine how terrifying it would be to move to a country with a completely different language and culture, and instantly be thrown into the education system?).
Anyway, I was selected to represent my class - so on one winter day I was called to the office to look after a girl who had just moved up from some place in South America (I’m not being rude by generalizing, my memory is just hazy on specifics). On the tour, we were supposed to visit the school guidance councilor. Her role was to look after the emotional needs of the students. Visiting her office was the best part of the Ambassador program, as you were usually rewarded with a pencil and some kind of candy. In this case, I was rewarded with a red Airhead. That’s right. The best flavour, of the best treat (for an 8 year old anyway don’t judge).
After the tour had ended, we both went to the class that was currently in session - Physical Education. At this point in time, we were still blessed with the awesome teacher who got us to play dodgeball and kickball (the following year we were cursed with a teacher who did nothing but try to raise the physical fitness standards). So up to this point in the story - I skipped English and Math to show a new kid around, got some free candy, and was about to play the best game ever. Leaving the airhead in the folder containing all the information booklets for the new kid, I jumped right into the fun.
Post-tail-kicking in dodgeball, I moved to grab the folder with my delicious treat - lunch was going to be amazing today. However, of course, leaving a folder unattended for half an hour was risky business. Everyone knew about the perks of being an SA, so I should have been on guard. I asked the new student if she had seen the person who had taken it. She pointed to Kyle.
I asked Kyle. He said no. Then he said maybe. Then he said yes and ran off, leaving behind nothing but the scent of cherry and my hungering sweet tooth. Dang it Kyle.
life is unfair
(note: I’m not actually this spoiled, I’m just recounting it in this manner for what I consider to be comical purposes)