Teacher's Pet

It’s amazing how almost everyone or rather everything has something they value more than anything in this world. People have their favorite meals, games, places to visit, presidents or even postures! And many other favorites that you can think of, yes including that one which you are thinking of right now. I was even amazed the first time I heard that parents have a favorite child, and this came from a parent’s own mouth, seriously!? O.k, in some situations, I think I can agree but not fully because even in those situations, more or less you will find the parent(s) must have played a role. Anyway, that is a story for another day.

Just the other day I was watching a movie in which a bank was being robbed or rather, it was being taken hostage because at the end, they had tortured people more than what you can call robbery. The most intriguing thing about this script was how the president of the bank reacted when he got the information that his bank was under siege. His first question was,” which branch is it?”, and that is when it hit me that everyone has his/her favorite. It was his favorite branch. You could tell by all means, his body language said it all. He at some point even asked his secretary if she can ask those guys to go to the other branch which happened to be located one street away, now that was laughable, but the old man was damn serious. He meant every word he said.

As I watched this movie, I started thinking of my own favorites and I ended up with a broad smile when I remembered how I was my teachers’ favorite. This was way back in primary when I was in my lower class, I was my teacher’s pet so to say and I would look forward to those “practical” classes we had with her. Practical here meant those times when you are learning things like, for example, the clock and a clock had to be brought to school for “practical” lessons and guess who was asked to bring such stuff, yes you thought right. The teachers’ pet.

I remember one day, in class two, my teacher sent me to class one because they were making so much noise and I had to go and tell them to keep quiet. Being her favorite, I didn’t want to disappoint her and of course I new those kids would not listen to their fellow kid despite the fact that I was older than them. I had to be smarter than them, I had to be one step ahead of them. I was not going to only ask them to be quiet, that would be mere words leading to no results, I had to motivate them and so I promised that whoever keeps quiet will each receive a piece of paper to write whatever they want. OMG!! I can’t believe I’m actually writing this, it’s one of the most stupid things I have done in my life, that means there are a few others.

To cut the long story short, of course those kids kept quiet and I had to fulfill my promise or else I would be labeled a liar. I plucked the pages of my new homework book which my mother had just bought and distributed to them. I had mentioned earlier that my mother was a teacher at the school in which I was in and what preceded my philanthropic act was a nightmare. First of all, I have never understood how my mother passed by that class that particular day because that is how she found out that her daughter had been kind enough to distribute her book pages to class one children who ended up littering the entire class with papers. That actually made matters worse, I wish they had done something constructive with those pieces of paper, wait a minute, what constructive thing would a class one kid do with a piece of paper?. The whole classroom lay white with pieces of paper. Later on at home, my mother asked me about it which of course I denied not knowing that she knew the truth. I got BUSTED!! What followed next is exactly what you might be imagining.