When i was 13, i was voted by the class to be class monitor. There’s this teacher that everyone hates, she was known as fierce, fat and she wears a mini skirt to school. No one liked her, including me. She has to walk pass my class to get to her office.
One day she walked pass my class and shouted “Where is the class monitor?! The bin is full”. I was already shaking, knowing that i will be in trouble. Unfortunately, the guy class monitor dind’t come to school that day so i got all the scoldings from her. She told me to go with her into the office. I came out in tears, the tone of her voice is indescribable. I hated her since then. This experience was something i will never forget. This affected me a lot because I have always been very sheltered since young. My parents would come to the rescue whenever any problems arise. Believe it or not, i have never been smacked by my parents before. Call me spoilt?
This morning, i got an sms from my friend from Malaysia. Saying that she passed away. As i was preparing for discussions, one of the points was about forgivenes. I really started to ponder about whether i have forgiven her. It’s been so long, 7 years ago. I don’t really think about her, i don’t really hold any grudges, coz i know i won’t see her ever again. Now that i’m in Australia, chances of seeing her is like super low. Even when i heard that she passed away, i don’t even have any feelings at all.. It’s like..’Oh she passed away kinda thing’ Am i heartless?
