"... you stupid, blah blah...", continued my mustard smelling language teacher eyeballing me, finally out of the classroom in the corridors kneeling down, with arms crossed holding the ears.
My misery was yet to be over, anybody who walked past me teased or made fun of me. It was still not over, somebody from my school would later complain to my father and it was a guarantee black and blue caning.
"... sob...sob...sob", that is me again, crying under the cover of blanket.
This was some 25 years ago, for writing a sub-standard essay in class III.
I was not angry, for there was no room for it as I was always overflowing with fear.
I had to over come many more similar ordeals throughout my primary schooling.
I am glad, I survived.
