I’ve been in different schools throughout the years, and during my time in 11th grade I was in a public school and it’s slightly more strict than private schools. By 10th grade we had electives to choose from based on what we want to study when we graduate to college and I chose Chemistry just to fill the gap of subjects to choose from, obviously it wasn’t my favorite subject but I survived.
I have to confess, I wasn’t the smartest student in this subject that I actually needed a private tutor who used to come to my house to teach me 3 times a week. Anyway we had a test and for the first time I decided to study just to prove the point that I wasn’t dumb in this subject. The day of the test came by and I was confident in my answers, I had a great feeling about this.
A week later the grades came out and I got …. 8/15 and obviously I got furious.
While I’m imagining various scenarios which are trying to justify that is socially acceptable to punch a teacher on the face, I was walking furiously to the bus since it was the last period and the teacher gave us the result by the final minutes. My two best friends caught up to me since I was walking with fumes coming out of my ears I didn’t exactly wait for them till we stopped at the parking space.
They asked me what’s wrong and why I’m melting everything in my way like this. I said “This (bleep) (bleep) teacher gave me a bad mark unfairly when I’m pretty sure my answers are correct” and that’s when things started getting in slow motion, a figure passes by next to me and stood in front of us, turned her face to me and surprise it’s my chemistry teacher and she heard me say those lovely words.
I’ve kept my derpy face for what seems forever while part of me is saying earth please swallow me, she was in shock for quite awhile. After that long awkward pause, she finally broke the silence and said “Meet me tomorrow before your first period and bring your test paper, we need to talk”
Of course this made me tense the entire time till the next morning and I actually felt so bad, I was convincing myself what happened wasn’t real and it was all in my head. The next morning I felt like I’m a zombie walking to her office and my legs were giving in as I approached the office. I wanted to get over with this issue so I stood there and I started “Umm, I wasn’t referring to you .. umm .. yesterday” She said calmly “Forget about that and give me your test paper” and I did. She changed my grade to 10/15 … why ?
The gist of the story is … mouth filter should be turned on at all times I’m outside the house.
Hope you enjoyed reading this story, I’m planning on writing more of these every once in awhile. Have you ever had a similar situation like this during school ?