Page no 1 An appology 26/04/2023 07:56

 


Dear Ma'am, 

This is that notebook where this boy wrote down everything he had to hide. And to be ashamed of, Do not expect colourful things, beautiful essays, and poignant language here. This has all my deepest fears, all those giant spiders haunting me since childhood. if you are an Arachnophobe like me please close this wretched book and burn it! RIGHT NOW


I was not chosen one for English No, never; all my teachers displayed incredible kindness towards me in my school days, I never had to stand up, and never did I write impositions. I was the only one to not receive any corporal punishment. No, I was not a perfect student; my teachers could immediately sense what I would have done if they had disciplined me physically. I would have quit school immediately!! Throughout my school life, I was caught between two notorious systems Rehabilitation and Public Education. I had physio sessions right after school, and most of you had to endure a tutor, parallel I had to go through a WWE submission match, and The Pain was bloody real; while I showed gradual Improvement in my gait and balance, i was unable to perform the basic schoolwork, I got scared because I was seeing my non-disabled friends getting whacked and reprimanded for the slightest mistakes, I was speared, it was reassuring in one way, I had subconsciously developed a condition of absolute obedience to my teachers, I started hating my friends just because they were talking in the class, jumping, fighting to curse one another, all the things that make a child a child! I was  behaving like Silencer from "3 Idiots"

I am glad that my classmates did not kill me, Though I wouldn't blame them if they had

I know you want to meet me now; PLEASE COME TO CLASSROOM 8 A IF YOU WANT LISTEN TO ME OR TO TEACH ME A LESSON

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