Since many have complained that I haven't written any new tales, here's a long long one for you.
In my earlier years of schooling, I was somehow roped into a kind of weird, cruel conspiracy that involved my teachers either completely biased towards me or against me. Few were neutral. Till this day I have no idea why. I was obedient, I don’t fight for power positions or boss people around, I get good grades yet was way too humble for my own good (this was what I was told by all my friends and other teachers), and I helped my classmates as much as I could when needed.
But there are teachers who hated goody students like that. When I was 9 and came out top for the second time in a year, my class teacher singled me out during a dance practice for Teacher’s Day, and spoke to me in a low voice, very menacingly “Your luck is good. We’ll see how long you can maintain.”
Like, what?? I was just a kid, for goodness sakes. How was I expected to behave or respond? And what kind of twisted intentions did a teacher (whom I previously claimed to be my favorite) have towards me? She wanted me to fail?
I kept quiet, but when I got home and related it to my mum, she was raging mad at how I was treated. I’m not sure whether she called up or went to school to clarify it with her. All I knew was, from that very day, realizing the complexity of human interpersonal issues, I grew up, way beyond my years. I could never go back to being the carefree, naïve pre-teen that I was. Till now, that moment with her is still fresh in my head. I forgive easily, but I never forget.
And if only just to spite her, I came out top in my finals that year.
There was one other teacher who had some sort of prejudice towards me, when I was 12. I also thought she was the best, most dedicated teacher among those in my school, but she in turn, got the impression (how, I have no idea) that I was the ringleader among my friends.
Let me reiterate. I was never the Leader among my friends. We were all equals and I wouldn’t want it any other way, since I hated bossing or being bossed around.
Back to the story. Some of us reach school quite early everyday, just to avoid the mad traffic at peak hours. So we have about an hour to kill before classes began, and during this time, we would just sit in a group and chat about all sorts. But my teacher, she expected those of us who are early, to go sweep the school grounds and weed the gardens EVERY morning. We do that a lot, even in between classes during the day, but she wanted to see us tortured first thing in the morning.
So then, there was one morning, before we knew how absolutely crucial it was for her that we raked the few leaves outside, we sat around and chatted excitedly about movies or boybands, or something coz you know, that's what normal tweens do. She arrived in class, still early, and announced sneeringly “Yin Teng and company.”
This should be a good time to throw my head back and holler at the pre-dawn skies, “WHY ME!?!?”
Seriously. But then I didn’t. Shocked and puzzled by her behavior, we all scrambled to our feet and grabbed brooms and rakes, being the good little garden slaves that we were.
And those were the 2 out of the 156 or so teachers I ever had in my years of education that hated me (and without reason too!).
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- 16 years, 1 month, 6 days ago
