The irony of the situation. My worse ever punishment in school came from a teacher whom I was his favorite student. The moment is vividly imprinted in my mind like it happened yesterday. How can I forget a day like this?
All of my years of school from basic till junior high I was always the favorite of all the teachers who taught my classes. How can I not be? I was a perfect student; you’ll never find me anywhere near trouble, and I would always perform to the teachers satisfaction.
You know that student in the class who never raises his hand in the class to answer any question but always has the answers to all the questions being asked in the class, so the teacher always turns to them to answer questions when the class is feeling like a disappointment? You get what I mean? My teachers always used to call me to answer questions in the class when they feel like no one in the class is getting them. I was what my teachers used to give themselves a relief when the whole class made them feel like failure. The good ol’ days.
It was on a bright Monday morning right after first break. This is what makes it the worst of all. The dread of Monday was still lingering in me and I couldn’t wait for the day to be over, and then that. Not that I knew about the punishment, but I wanted to get his class over with as quickly as possible because one couldn’t really tell what would happen in his class. He never came to class looking like he’s in a good mood. I dreaded his classes. Did I mention he was an English language teacher?
Now, to what really happened. He had given an assignment the last Friday and we were supposed to present it on this particular Monday. See why I dreaded this class? Even though I was his favorite I still never felt too confident or too comfortable. The topic was “concord; comparative and superlative”. We had learned about 20 words and their comparative and superlative forms the previous class(on Friday) and he asked us to go and find 20 more and compare them, but we should not repeat any of those that we had treated in the class, we should find new words. To my dismay, one of the words I submitted had appeared in our previous class and that, my friends, scored me 10 lashes of cane on my buttocks 😭.
My worst punishment ever! 😢
I’m re-living my worst nightmare. I can feel the heat on my butt again. 🥵 I had received lashes before and no tear ever dropped from my eyes, but the heat this one carried, oh my goodness! The feeling of the stupid little mistake made me so mad at myself. Disappointed in myself for the mistake and also disappointed in myself that I have disappointed someone who respects me so much, that I couldn’t hold my tears. But seriously too my butt received some heat I’m not gonna lie. 😢
If you want to know how I sat back down on my seat after receiving the heat I didn’t sit down. I left the class to wash my teary face. As I was storming out of the class I was very ready to not listen to anyone calling back to take my seat. Not even him! 😡
Not much that I can remember after that moment. This particular incident didn’t change the fact that I was his favorite and still was even after this. He also taught us a Ghanaian language of our local dialect.
I remember he was the one who taught me the 12 months of the year in my local dialect. I still know them. I remember when he gave us that assignment I was the only one who got everything. The assignment was to go home and learn all the 12 months and come to the next class and stand before the class and mention everything. I learned it like my life depended on it and went to the presentation and delivered it effortlessly. 😌
That’s how my worst punishment in school went. I received 10 lashes of cane on my butt. The heat! 🥵
If I could turn back the hands of time I would replace this single word and save my butt this amount of heat. 😂
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