Here's another story:
I was 5 years old back then. There used to be this teacher, whom I'll call Mrs.K. She used to beat students with a ruler (Getting beaten is normal here, but not in schools. It's illegal now, I don't know if it was back then.) . I used to get beaten too. So one day, I had enough. I decided that I would scare her and she would stop beating us. Typical five-year old me. Anyways, I loved drawing from back then. I decided that I would draw a monster, take it to school, and scare her with it. My grandma (My mom's aunt) liked(?) my idea. She said I should color the drawing too. I don't remember much about the drawing, I only remember making the monster's skin green. You can imagine the rest. So the next day, when I was going to school, I was like, "Oh no, I can't show this!" (I was five so no cussing) So I completely scrapped that idea. But you don't know what my grandma did. She told one of the cleaners in our school about the drawing. The cleaning lady told Mrs. K. So then, Mrs. K asked to see the drawing. I handed it to her with fear. She saw the drawing, and smiled. Then our lesson continued. Mrs. K didn't stop beating, but she certainly did it much less frequently than before. I told one of my friends about this incident in fifth grade. She said, "I think your teacher was scared."
So that's it folks! Sayonara!
