Wow! I can’t believe it. “You know, the teacher gives an extra 10 points if you do whatever she tells you to do”, my seatmate whispered to me. I just smiled. Whatever. I don’t need extra points.
Most of my teachers in grade school and even high school don’t like me. They said I’m so snobbish. I agree. I don’t go to the faculty department and talk to the teachers.
I hate it when a teacher will call one of the students to do something for her. One of my teachers would ask my classmate to comb her hair during lunch breaks just so she can have a priceless nap. I don’t like watching my teacher falling asleep on her table listening to the soap opera on the radio while I was so busy copying the whole chapter of the book on the black board. Darn! I really hate that. But what can I do? I’m just one of her students. I have a good handwriting and so all my classmates would always vote for me to be the secretary of the class. And guess what? A secretary’s job is to write and write on the black board. That means when the teacher is very lazy, she can just tell me to copy the whole chapter on the board. Bam! The class had something to do. At the end of the class, she will check all the notebooks and she would just tell me I get extra points. My hands and arms are all so sore from standing to kneeling while writing on the board. Sometimes it could go for hours and then I have to swap with another classmate until the school bell would ring. Ah, it’s so ridiculous. The only school chore that I remembered I really liked was the part when teachers would assign the better students to teach the slow-learner classmates on how to read. That part just makes sense to me.
There is this particular teacher that is very distinctive to me. She goes to school an hour before the time and had all the room so tidy. She maintains a very disciplined lifestyle. She doesn’t associate with some other teachers who loved to gather so early in the morning for some juicy gossips for the day. I think that was the reason why I liked her. Most importantly, she treated all her students squarely, no bias. I felt like I can compete because I’m not being judged by our society’s standards- poor, uninfluential family. She was one of those I look up to while growing up. It’s funny that I had retained a lot of the life’s lessons she had taught us and even the tiniest detail. I always remember all those simple tips she had shared. I finished that year as her first honor and she was so proud of me. She even wished me luck for my upcoming endeavors. At that moment, I told myself I’m not going to let her down.