For the community service program our grade 8 students have developed wonderful projects on the topic of the homeless kids. They could choose to write a journal entry, to create a brochure about a new world that children rule, posters, photo montages, even choreography. Here, I wish to share one of them with you today so that you can see by yourself how wonderful, creative and knowledgeable our children could be.
Street Kids Journal Entry
Thursday 19th March 2014,
This is my first and probably last entrance in this journal. I was lucky I and found a pen with almost no ink, and I can use it to write this. Today has been another one of those miserable days. I walked through the streets of Barcelona, and searched for anything useful in the trash cans. Then I sat on a box in one of the main streets of the city and begged for some money all afternoon. I barely got anything, but at least enough to buy a small packet of cookies, that could be my meal for the day. It couldn’t have been more miserable. I went to sleep in my usual spot, a small, street no one usually walked around. I miss the warmth of a bed and blanket. The nights are getting colder each time. I wish I had so many things, or at least what I had before…
I always see kids coming back from their school saying they’re tired of it. If only I was as fortunate as them. I wish I could do to school. It would be so much fun. But it is impossible, and I know it. There is nothing I can do now except from feeling sad and depressed. My life is miserable. I spend my days begging and wishing I get something, and I ask to myself what can I do now? I know it is a very negative view of things, but there is nothing left for me, no matter how hopeful I am.
I’ve been very sick for a long time. I cough all the time, and it hurts me to breathe. I vomit almost every time I eat, and that isn’t too often. I have no medication, and terrible food. I think I can’t get better, and it is probably true. I’m losing my hope, together, I think with my life.
I had an idea when I found this pen, a spark of hope. After writing what I’ve written, I’ll put it in a mailbox, and with it, my last hope. To whoever reads this, I hope it raises awareness, to you and the ones around you. Altogether we can do something for this, even if I’m no longer there when it happens.
by David VICO, grade 8