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I had my end of year English exam today, the exam that counts as half of our final grade, and determines wether we graduate or not.
I don’t know about other countries exams, but for our English one we have 3 sections, and 3 hours. Reading, writing and viewing. Reading, there are two questions each worth 15 marks, and you have to answer both of them and use one of the texts you studied during the year. Writing, is always my favourite, normally has 6 questions and you pick one, worth 30 marks, and there’s normally a couple which give you the leeway to be able to write a story or a speech, and not a essay. And there’s viewing, you choose one of two questions, worth 30 marks, and you have pictures you have to write about and you have to use a visual text you’ve studied.
I always leave the writing section till last, because it’s my favorite, and I’m not going to lie, I’m good at it. I’ve always loved creative writing, and I’ve been reading novels since I was tiny, so I have a good handle on the written word.
Today I chose the question, "Stories have the power to explain who we are. Present a response to this in any form." So I chose to do journal entries, on a topic that may have jeopardized my English grade. I know I wrote well, it was definitely an A grade paper, but I go to a fairly strict, private, Catholic school, and I wrote about LGBT pride & equality, because it’s what was on my mind, and I think it’s an important topic. And I know I’ll probably end up being penalized for writing about something so opposed to the catholic church, and all my schools beliefs, I know, because I’ve been unfairly graded when I’ve written about “controversial” topics before. But guess what? I don’t care. Because I know that there will 3 people who will have to read my paper, that’s 3 people who’ll have to read and think about my message.
My journal entries were from the perspective of a 16yo girl in the US, who’s confused with her sexuality, and leaning towards lesbianism. The date? October 20 2010, Spirit Day. The girl writes about how confused she is, and how she doesn’t know if she can tell her parents about how she feels, and how she wishes she could write a story explaining who she is, that she could give to anyone who gave her disapproving glares as she walked down the street hand in hand with her girlfriend, or when her friends teased gays, or when the priest refuses to marry her and the woman she loves.
This story, that she could give people to read to make them understand that she is who she is.
The girl writes about the issues facing the LGBT community around the world, the injustices and obstacles they face from the government, and, of course, the injustices and obstacles from the Catholic church.
And all she wants is to be happy being herself, to not be the awkward subject at family gatherings, for her parents to understand that this is her life, not a phase, all she wants is for it to be okay for her to be her.
I want it to be okay to be ME.
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