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Sunday, March 5, 2006

Ronald Weasley's Diary-Chp 2

CHAPTER TWO: I’M HAPPY

“If someone calls you a retard, you’re supposed to be angry, don’t laugh,” Harry Scarface told me one day.

I nodded. But then I thought of something, “If it’s you who call me that, I won’t be angry.”

Harry Scarface nodded too.

But still, I immediately ran into trouble.

During French class, our French teacher Prof. Flitwick taught us how to say ‘Hello’ in French. I followed exactly what everyone read ‘Bon-sure, Bon-sure’, yet the teacher said I read it wrong.

He stood in front of me, lowered her head and let me see his lips.

“See? You have to pronounce the J and the Sh at the same time and not read out the R.”

He looked almost like those kissing fish I see in TV.

I tried real hard to follow him. I curled my lips so high that my drool almost sprayed out, yet he still wasn’t satisfied. He yelled angrily, “What is it with you? Why can’t you learn a single thing I’m teaching you? You retard!”

I don’t know if I should be angry or not.

I asked Harry Scarface about it during recess and he answered me with a troubled look, “Teachers are different from us; they can do whatever they want. There’s nothing we can do.”

Our English teacher, who’s also our class teacher—Miss Minerva McGonagall—treats me better. She gave me an exercise book with a lot of lines in it and asked me to copy words for the day’s class chapter. While the others read and discuss the chapters, I’ll be copying them.

I’m really good at copying. When I was in grade school, my teacher would let me copy words, line after line. I’ve forgotten what those words were though, or else I could write them for Harry Scarface to see and prove that I’m really good at copying.

To be honest, I love school. Summer holidays are boring with nothing but TV to watch. Mother never lets me go to the waffle shop. I want to help her serve waffles, but she never agrees. She would always scold me and say, “Do you want the whole world to know that I have a retarded son?”

That’s a really tough question. I never know how to answer that. I always thought that if Mother knew that I was a retard, then she didn’t have to give birth to me. But maybe she didn’t know that I would be one.

When I’m at school, I have Harry Scarface to talk to. Sometimes, girls would come and talk to me, but I can’t really understand what they’re saying, so all I can do is laugh.

Our class monitor is the world’s most beautiful girl named Hermione Granger. Harry Scarface also agreed that she’s pretty. But she’s a fierce girl and often scolds and yells at Draco Malfoy—the yellow-haired boy. Sometimes she scolds me, but she never calls me a retard. She remembers my name.

My job in class is to get water. The students in my class are heavy drinkers and they drain their cups within minutes. Prof. McGonagall would always say, “It’s class time, so the kitchen won’t have many people. Go get us water before they run out of it.”

I would then grab the kettle, run past each class, past the field and go into the kitchen to get fresh water. On the old oak tree in the field there are a lot of birds singing and they sound good. Sometimes I would stand under the oak tree and listen, and would sometimes giggle, ‘coz there’s one bird who sounded just like my French teacher.

I love school. Everyday when I carry my bags to school and do my copying, carry water for the class and eat my lunch, I feel happy.

Hermione told me one day, “Ronald Weasley, I envy you.”

I only understood half of what she said.

She sighed and continued, “Honestly, being a retard ain’t so bad. No worries, no tuition, and no need for all that exam bother.”

Now that, I definitely have no idea what she meant. But when she said the word ‘retard’, I wasn’t angry. I didn’t think she was laughing at me.

I’m still happy.

Saturday, March 4, 2006

Ronald Weasley's Diary-Chp 1

Started: 2-21-06; Completed: 3-13-06

CHAPTER ONE: I’M A RETARD

When I was in my first grade, one day a teacher took me to an office and told me, “Do whatever they tell you to do.”

Later, another teacher pulled my hand and told me to sit down. She also said the same thing, “Do whatever they tell you to do.”

She first gave me a few blocks to make a circle, then told me to draw a picture, and later asked me some questions. I tried real hard to make a circle, I tried real hard to draw and I tried real hard to answer her questions.

But no matter how hard I tried, she kept marking an X on a piece of paper she’s holding.

A few days later, the teacher said to me, “You should be in Class 18.” So I picked up my bag and said to my former classmates, “Goodbye, everyone.”

And they said, “Goodbye, Ronald Weasley.”

My teacher took me to somewhere very far away from my former class. There was a huge tree, and three classrooms.

I went into one of them.

I tried once to go back to my former class and peeked at my teacher from outside the window during recess. A real tall boy came over and said, “What are you doing back here?” The other short boy beside him said, “Yeah! Go back to your special class, you retard.”

They were laughing, so I laughed with them.

That was the first time I heard people calling me a ‘retard’.

I didn’t know what ‘retard’ meant, but every time someone said it, they would always laugh. So I laughed with them happily.

Students in the new class were very little, yet every class had two teachers. I studied from first grade to sixth grade in Class 18. Then one day, a flower was put on my uniform, and when we went to the hall I heard a lot of people talking and singing.

Back in my class, my teacher held my hands with her red sodden eyes and said, “You’ve graduated.”
So I graduated. Soon, Mother took me to another school.

Mother said, “Now that you’re in seventh grade, there will no longer have any special classes. You sit tight and study real hard, listen to what the teachers tell you and don’t give me any trouble.”

Mother works in the shop selling waffles, and she’s very busy. The next day, I went to school on my own. I tried a number of roads until I’ve finally found that high school.

When I reached the school gate, a very fierce male teacher who had a lot of hair and a bushy beard shouted at me and said, “You retarded or what? Deciding to show up ten minutes after eight, what a git! Go stand at the corridor!”

I stood there for a while until an old-looking female teacher came up to me and explained to the fierce teacher, saying, “This is my student, Hagrid. He’s not very bright, you see. I’ll take it from here.”

So I went into ‘First Year-Slytherdor’.

During recess, three boys surrounded me. One of them had very shiny yellow hair and was saying, “The professor told me you’re mentally disabled. I get it, you’re a retard! From now on, you are to listen whatever I say, understand?”

I nodded my head.

He knocked my head and shouted out loud, “Hey, everyone, look at the retard!”

Suddenly a boy came up to me and scolded the yellow-haired boy angrily, “Hey! You think you’re so smart now, huh, Malfoy?”

The yellow-haired boy was grinning, “Ho, boy! What a class we have! Not only we have retards, we have scarfaces!” So saying, he grabbed a basketball and went out of class.

I looked at Scarface and chuckled, a feeling of warmth churning in my stomach. He was almost as tall as me with quite messy hair, and green eyes behind a pair of very round glasses. His scar was quite huge, running from the middle of his forehead down towards the right side of his cheek, shaped like that symbol I saw on Flash’s chest whenever I watch the cartoon Justice League. I saw his nametag read ‘Harry Potter’, so I said in a low voice, “Harry Scarface.”

He also said in a low voice, “Ronald Retard.”

And just like that, we became friends.