Because Of the Books
This is a story about hatred, friends, love and enemies. It is a beautiful story about a Teacher, and Students
Because Of the Books
It all started with a book….
When I was grade six, I was then in a star section, in a public school a good one. I spent my days with an art teacher of mine, whom I love but then I almost curse her.
She was a Good teacher, and I love all her teachings, but all of the sudden, it melted, like an ice cream exposed to the heat (extreme external anger).
The root cause was this interschool musical competition. She asks me if I could try this competition. I agreed. There is almost two days left so she gave all the music’s book to review. On the first day we had a review, she taught me every single detail and I’m glad to learn. The second day creates the worst event of my life…. The teacher scolded me and something that would push one’s sanity to consider suicide as a better option. I almost wanted to vanish on that very hour.
She even embarrassed me in front of the class because of the single book out of many other books that I brought. Since then, I ignore her. I didn’t talk to her or even recite in the class and the worst: I did not greet her, even the single word she did not hear from me. And now, I know it is bad not to forgive but the teacher of mine is unforgivable. I learned from my fourth grade sister, who also happens to be her student that she still frightens kids. She embarrasses and scolds them to death – merely a powerful play. Or maybe, she scolds my sister she bears not so favorite surname too.
An Idea popped in my mind… Society must not conclude that the more experienced the teacher the better she would become. For if it was, she could have shown a good example to me and my sister. The teacher must let go of her burning anger against my dad for it had been 30 years ago! A sad norm of society believes that a tree produces fruits which are exactly the same. They agree that the fault of an ancestor is also fault of an offspring. My father was to be known as a black sheep of the school. Somehow my teacher sees as my dad, she passed on a anger to me.