I DON'T KNOW HOW DO YOU CONSIDER ME. When I was a third year high school student, I did something bad, naughty or whatever you may have in mind of describing me. This could be one of my unforgettable high school days experience.
Though I lived near our school, I sometime came late to be in our afternoon class for there were times that I ate my lunch late. After eating, I hurriedly took a 10-minute walk to school.
Upon entering our literature class, our female teacher kept on berating my classmates for no apparent reasons as I learned later. I tiptoed to the end part of classroom where I used to sit. She noticed me and shouted me when I came late. I had reasoned out but she didn't give time to speak out.
Feeling embarrassed, humiliated, I silently took a seat and remained quite for the whole period of our class. That was the first time that I was belittled in front of my classmates. I didn't know on what to do neither I have to cry nor I have shout or leave the classroom for good.
Upon entering our literature class, our female teacher kept on berating my classmates for no apparent reasons as I learned later. I tiptoed to the end part of classroom where I used to sit. She noticed me and shouted me when I came late. I had reasoned out but she didn't give time to speak out.
Feeling embarrassed, humiliated, I silently took a seat and remained quite for the whole period of our class. That was the first time that I was belittled in front of my classmates. I didn't know on what to do neither I have to cry nor I have shout or leave the classroom for good.
