Student sample for assessment
Written by a Year 8 student in Yarraville, Victoria, Australia.
For most of Year 7 I thought Emma was unkind. Not cruel, but unkind—the sort of person who said things without thinking about how they'd land, who laughed at jokes at other people's expense, who didn't seem to care whether she hurt people. I wasn't the only one who thought this. A few of us kept distance from her because we'd learned that being near her meant being the subject of comment. I remember standing at lunch one day watching her make a joke about someone's outfit, and thinking: that's just who she is. Then, halfway through Year 8, I volunteered for the school's peer support program. Emma was also volunteering. Over the weeks of training and then actual support work, I watched her with the younger students and realised I'd been seeing something that wasn't there. The person with younger kids was so careful, so considerate. She listened. She noticed when someone was quiet and checked in. She cared—genuinely, not performing. I remember one afternoon when she spent twenty minutes talking to a year 7 girl who was struggling, asking real questions, actually hearing the answers. I'd never seen Emma do anything like that before. The more time I spent around her in that context, the more I had to revise what I thought I knew. I realised that the unkind person I thought I'd seen wasn't wrong exactly, but it was incomplete. Emma is still quick-witted and sometimes sharp. But she also has a real capacity for care, particularly with people who are vulnerable. I'd been watching her in a context where she was performing the role that peer groups assign you, the sort of quick-comment role. I'd mistaken the performance for the whole person. What struck me most was how uncomfortable that realisation was. I had been certain. I had built a story about who Emma was and why. And discovering I was wrong meant questioning how I'd formed that certainty, what I'd been looking for (confirmation that Emma was unkind) and what I'd been blind to (the many times she actually was kind). It's made me think about how easily we do this with people, how we lock them into roles and then only see evidence that confirms our view. We're lazy about seeing. We see what we expect to see. And revising that takes real work, real discomfort.