I once called my teacher an alien. If I were to re-do it all, I’d do it again.
Shocker. This delinquent hasn’t learnt his ways. Nope, if you’ve followed my life, you know I’ve been a model citizen. In fact, I don’t even dare to litter or jaywalk.
Where’s this coming from?
I was once told to remember the source of my water. But what happens when the water is dirty? Or that the source doesn’t remember you?
When I was in Primary School, my math teacher called me out to the front of the class, claiming that I did not use a ruler for my lines on my homework. (I did, the ruler was dented) And so, I told the truth: I did use a ruler.
SMACK! The cane hit my hand so hard I cried in front of the entire class. I was being punished for telling the truth, simply because they had decided that I was lying.
I held true to my principles and yelled in pain “I USED A RULER!”
SMACK! I got hit again. It was clear that the truth was no longer good enough for the old woman. So I did the only thing any other rational kid would do. LIE.
“I DIDN’T USE A RULER!” The caning stopped, it was all over.
In secondary school, I was always excited for IT class. I played around with Word and Excel at home and… well… I excelled at it. It was fun to run around class helping my friends out where they were stuck. It felt right. I was in my element.
At the end of one of those lessons, I was called to stay back in the lab where everyone else left for the next class. “Wei Hao, why are you being so disruptive in class?”
What? So, instead of encouraging me to pursue my interests, I was being called out for “being disruptive”. That was a deep punch in the gut.
As with all other schools, bullying was pretty much left unchecked. In Literature class, the harassment was so bad that I had to bury my head in my arms.
Guess what? I was called out for “Sleeping in Class” and punished accordingly. I got zero help from my situation, and it only got worse.
This was the same teacher that I later called an “ALIEN”, in an effort to gain some street-cred from my classmates. Of course, she had the hearing of a bat and called me out once again. This time, she was teary-eyed and demanded an explanation before sending me to the discipline office, disrupting the entire class for an entire period.
These are just some of the stories I have had in my youth. Emotionally incompetent teachers with the self-confidence of a Mimosa Plant was supposed to teach me something about life.
I thought I was done with all that in Secondary School. And yet, even in Junior College, when I broke down during a consultation. I was avoided like the plague later on even after graduation.
Without facebook help, none of them would even remember that I exist, or wronged me in any way. These types of teachers STILL exist in the education system by the way, completely oblivious to students’ problems whilst being overworked by nonsensical tasks meted out by HODs.
I’m not sure what the education system’s learning goals were. Perhaps these were in their plans all along:
- It is okay to lie in order to get out of trouble
- Nobody cares about your passion
- Nobody cares about your emotions
- You’re just a zero in a sea of zeros and ones
And yes. If I could do it all again, I would. I wouldn’t have learnt those lessons otherwise.