Silence conquered the class upon hearing the sound of her high heels. She carried a thick stack of worksheets and walked towards our class, her hair swinging from side to side.
I disliked her. She was a teacher who never gave me any chance to outshine myself. My friend, lwin looked at me and at that instant, we both knew we were going to be sent out again.
" Good Morning class." She greeted us which was followed by a monotonous sound of us greeting her back.
We all took a seat and i knew i was going to spend the whole lesson outside class again.
"Alright, take out your homework i assigned to you yesterday class." I acted as if i did my work hoping not to be caught.
Lady luck was never on my side during her lesson, she scanned through every table just to spot if any of us did not complete her task.
Before i could even react, her words exploded in my face, "GET OUT!"
I wasnt afraid of her. I gave her a look of defiance, taking a pen and a piece of paper and walked calmly out of the class.
I stood outside the class, both hands rested on the window pane, while my imaginations ran wild. Beside me, my partner in crime lwin was starting to doze off.
I imagined myself in a battlefield, carrying a sniper rifle, sniping down foes who tried to invade my territory when suddenly a loud sudden voice a snapped me out of my imagination.
"LWIN! Wake up!" I could see too he was dumbstrucked. All these only caused us to hate her more.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, came the long shrill of the recess bell. She dismissed us but held lwin and i back. She told us to give her our parents handphone number and that she would be contacting them and informing them about our behavious in school.
I could not understand why i was given this type of treatment. Was it because i was not good in english? Was it because i was too talkative? Why was i condemned? To me i felt as if my chance to participate in class was taken away because she never called me. People said i should be the one speaking up for myself but they dont understand, i feel that she is biased against me. I dreaded every lesson of hers.
Another dreaded day at school passed. My mood was practically ruined by her once again. I felt as if she took away my eagerness in looking forward to go to school everyday. I had to bear another 4months in her class, another 4months of her scolding, anothet 4months of torture and i am finally free.
I have to admit, i learned nothing from her teaching except improving on my art skills as i would draw beautiful art sketches when she teaches. I could not understand how all my other friends enjoyed her class. Maybe she was nice to them? Maybe they were good in english...
I saw no reason to complete her work as she would still be biased against me in some way or another. Yes maybe upgrading myself in english would benefit myself in the future but definitely not in her class right now. It was a waste of one and a half hours a day when i could instead work on my other subjects like math. All things had to be done her way. No freedom nothing. The way we had to do our exam paper was also her way. So what if she was the teacher?
I wanted to get back at her so badly. Maybe deflating her car tire or sending her a hate card but i decided not to. It was just like a marathon, a test of endurance and i am already halfway through the race.
I wanted to fast forward to the end of all her lessons every single day. She never really bothered about me. I guess i was totally hopeless in her eyes.
Suprisingly, the 4months passed extremely quickly and that feeling of freedom. It was like a bird finally flying out of its cage after 2 years or torment. I was saturated with happiness. Finally it was the end.
Well i even skipped the last lesson with her and she treated the class to a nice cake but well...i guess i did not deserve a bite at all.
Well from that day onwards, all i did was try to erase whatever she did to me out of my mind...and pray not to meet her again.
A teacher is to teach and give all students an equal opportunity of learning, not only the good ones who would contribute to the class.
