September, Friday the 13th
Friday, September 13, 2013Supposed to be "Marshmallow day" for my chemistry class.
I had tried to convince my teacher to let us make smores and eat them today. He approved it, so I was excited for some time.
Here's what happened though:
Yesterday I was doing my biology homework, which was some Q&A's and explanations with diagrams about immunity blah blah. I did all of it, and even overdid it. I included extra information which wasn't part of the homework, but was a better explanation than the information paper the teacher had given us. So well, the last part of my homework was explaining with diagrams how allergic reactions happen. I searched for those diagrams on the internet and drew them. After that, I realized I didn't know what to do with another sheet of paper -given by my teacher- that had diagrams similar to what I drew. I thought no more and directly started cutting them to later paste them into my notebook. Finishing that it was almost midnight, and bam! I remembered I didn't have any glue sticks or any sort of pasting material. So I said to myself: "It's okay, since the pieces are all cut, all I have to do is stick them tomorrow first hour at school, I'm sure 'x' friend will lend me her glue stick". And went straight to sleep.
As soon as I arrived to school, the first thing that came to my mind was meeting my friend and borrowing the glue stick. As I was sticking them, my friend laughed and said I didn't have to draw them, but to use those printed diagrams from the sheet of paper. I felt so stupid but oh well, more extra information I guess. I was about to stick the fourth out of six pieces when the first bell rang. Since my friend is in history class while I'm in chemistry class, we had to separate but she let me keep her glue stick.
Once in the classroom, I rushed to finish pasting all for once so I could enjoy the marshmallow day. But as I was putting the glue on the last piece, my chemistry teacher caught me. I wanted to explain what was going on - why I was gluing and why not at home. I wanted to explain that I didn't have any sticking material at home, but my words never came out. The teacher took my notebook and then I happened to say a little, but he didn't want to listen to me. I insisted to let me off just this time but later I gave up. There was no point in arguing with him. I didn't look at him, I didn't want to; but I knew he walked with my book to my biology teacher (since they work in the same room). I decided to stay shut, I didn't say a single word for those two periods. But my mind was full of anger.
When something doesn't go the way I want, I get angry and blame myself for not doing it right. But when there is something unfair, something that I shouldn't be punished for and can't defend myself, my inner self bursts into tears and falls into depression. My inside cries, and starts to break down. Outside though, I have a blank face. I stare at nowhere and constantly sigh heavily.
There was no desire of a marshmallow day at all from this teacher. Instead, he gave us work to do that lasted all the two periods. I felt deceived, and it hurt more because I thought he was one friendly teacher. I couldn't think about anything else except for the anger inside me. Even if the teacher called me a few times, I decided to stay myself closed, ignoring whatever he told me. He assumed that I now hate him. That isn't actually true, but it will look like that for some time, maybe even after I have graduated.
Even though my day sucked from the beginning of the day, teachers and students are different. Today I learnt that they can't be friends no matter what. They can act friendly towards you, but as teachers they won't let you step on them. I remember two years ago, I had a hatred towards my biology teacher because he didn't mark my "meiosis" right on my final test, saying that what I wrote was "metosis" which in fact doesn't exist. I slowly stopped hating him, and also stopped admiring him, since he was, back then, my favourite teacher. So yeah, from now on teachers are just teachers to me. There's no favourite nor best, just 'teachers'. *cough* notice there's a possible 'worst' teacher *cough*
Marshmallow day = disappointment.
High expectations / excitement = down the drain.
Overall day = failure.
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