Went to school early in the morning today, feeling excited simply because I'm hoping to have a little fun in school after spending the weekends alone. Ended up being ACCUSED of me giving attitude to the DISCIPLINE-mistress after this lady coming in and look through our stuffs. Why would I say ASSUSED is because I DIDN'T INTEND TO GIVE ANY BAD ATTITUDE AFTERALL, perhaps it's the feeling SHE thought I was giving her, and therefore ASSUMED that I'm doing that. You see, majority of the students in school were afraid of looking at her in the eyes, afraid of bumping into her, afraid of talking to her, basically AFRAID OF HER. What I did was looking straight into her BIG eyes and talk as nicely as possible. So the conversation goes..
Discipline-mistress(DM): Whose work is this? (She was standing at the position, which was blocking the only way that I could get back to my seat)
Me: (Trying to smile a little..) Oh, it's mine. (So, I started to tell her about the stuffs I'm researching on..)
DM: So you think you're able to show me your work if you're standing here and your work is in there? (C'mon! She's blocking my f*cking way without herself knowing it!)
Me: (Trying to smile a little again while squeezing in..)
P.S.: Due to some circumstances, I changed my topic twice, the teacher in-charge knew it well, and therefore I'm not able to carry-on to the next step of the project.
Me: (Looking at the teacher-in-charge.. as he promised to explain to the DM on my behalf)
Teacher-in-charge: Ya, actually I wanna talk to you about this particular student..
DM: I wanna talk to her first.
Me: Ya, so.. I'm doing on this blah, blah, blah..
DM: DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOT ABLE TO DO THIS? DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT COMBINE FOOD AND FASHION TOGETHER? WHAT ARE YOU STUDYING?
Me: Fashion..?
DM: WHO IS CHRISTIAN DIOR?
Me: The founder of Dior..?
DM: WHO IS COCO CHANEL? WHO IS THIS AND WHO IS THAT? YOU ARE STUDYING FASHION YET YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THIS PEOPLE ARE. RE-DO YOUR TOPIC!
Me: Ok.. (Turning my position back to where I'm supposed to sit, tossing my pen on to the table)
DM: YOU DON'T GIVE ME ATTITUDE OK!
Me: Huh?
DM: YOU DON'T SHOW ME YOUR ATTITUDE ALRIGHT?!
Me: Ya.. (Thinking if I can just shut her off by saying 'Ya..')
DM: YOU DON'T TELL ME 'YA'.
Me: (Duh..) I'm not showing you any attitude?!
DM: YOU DON'T SHOW ME YOUR ATTITUDE ALRIGHT?! (Ain't she tired of repeating the same sentence?)
Me: I'm sorry, but I'm not trying to show you any attitude.
DM: ..GIVE ME HER NAME AND CLASS. (She's actually asking the teacher-in-charge to do that)
Me: YA, GO AHEAD.
OH MY GOD! WHERE ON EARTH THIS UNREASONABLE KINDA TEACHER EXIST, CLAIMING TO BE THE DISCIPLINE MISTRESS, YET COULDN'T JUDGE BETWEEN THE REAL ATTITUDE AND THE FEELING SHE ASSUMED OF OTHERS. GO AHEAD AND PENALISE ME, GO AHEAD AND BLACK-LIST ME, IF I DIDN'T DO IT, I'M NOT AFRAID. WITH THE TEACHER-IN-CHARGE AND MY CLASSMATES AS WITNESSES, AND ME JOLLY WELL KNOWING THAT I DIDN'T DO IT, WHO CARES IF A DOG IS BARKING, OR AN OLD HECK IS HAVING SOME KINDA MOOD SWING.
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Today is the first day..
How long is it going to last..
Escaping isn't the way out..
If you want it this way, then..
