Louder

Na aula de inglês estávamos estudando sobre política Americana e como parte dos tópicos começamos a estudar a construção de discursos e suas técnicas. Como um exercício disso a professora pediu que após nossas análises nós escrevêssemos nosso próprio discurso e poderíamos imaginar qualquer situação para o próprio. Vi aquilo como uma oportunidade de ser criativo "Quantas vezes vou ter uma oportunidade de fazer um discurso e realmente apresenta-lo sem a menor necessidade me levarem a sério?" Bem o resultado é isso esse texto a seguir, não me propus a traduzi-lo portanto espero que você tenham se proposto a ter aprendido inglês.
                                                                                                                 -Nick

Good morning every one. My name is Nick, in case someone doesn’t know, even considering the fact that I’m in this class with all of you my whole life.

Ms. Rutherford asked me yesterday to prepare a presentation about something that we are learning. And believe me, I was really going to do it, until I realize that was the first time I was going to be here, in front of the board, speaking to all of you, as an equal. So I was not going to waste this opportunity by talking about a man that died four hundred years ago without doing something that really matters, something relevant for our lives as students and human being.

 -Please Ms. Rutherford, let me finish, I can go from here straight to the principal’s office if you want, but I’ll say what I must.

It’s surprising how I’m going to be the one that is saying this here but, there’s something very wrong in here people. C’mon can’t you see this? We had studied together for fifth teen years and half of you don’t even know each other. Until the Third grade everyone was nice and friendly, relations were simple, people said what they meant and the truth was a basic system. No one labeled others for its popularity or look alike, times were better. We could have been friends with whoever we wanted, without being afraid of someone giving us strange looks or inventing gossips about everything. We have become slaves of the status quo. The so called “groups” say that you can only wear a certain type of clothe, have a certain type of friends and date a certain type of person. Why can’t Marvin go out with Jennifer here? Just because he’s a bit shy and is not that good at beer pong does not mean that they don’t have something in common. And why can’t Josh be invited to a party? Just because he is not in the basket team and does not have a girlfriend? Have we all lost out sense of humanity?

No I haven’t. The ancient civilizations in history class teaches me that the real great people were those that stud up in the crowd and said “We have enough of this”, and I certainly had enough of this. I want to be able to go and talk to the girl that I like without having to deal with your weird looks and comments. I want to be able to go to her and say “I like you Michelle!” and don’t feel as embarrassed as I feel right now.

 -By the way, sorry that you have to find it like that.

But think for a moment, wouldn’t it be nice that things were simpler? That people were once again more sincere? That I could go to her and say that I like her since we met in kinder garden and she shared her last brownie with me? That I saw her become one of the most beautiful girls I ever seen? That she’s my Mary Jane, my Louise Lane, even that I am no Superman.

I know it's hard for you to realize it yet, but try to imagine the wonderful things that would happen if everyone stopped to care about the stereotypes and started to see what’s inside. That people looked at your eyes when they're speaking with you. And who said that fixing one classroom at a time you can’t make a little difference at America. Who said we can’t raise more kindness and give those seeds to the next students and so on?

 -Having said all that, I’m sorry but, Michelle, would you go out with me?