When I was called to make a report and demo for health, I had no choice but to accept. I just walked in front to get my chapter to discuss and prepared for it. While making my own visual aid (printed on a manila paper) I know I have to understand a single bit of my report. I know entirely this is not only for my grade but also for my classmates, who are distant from my heart.
And so, the day of my report came. I stuck the Manila paper on the board, in front of forty nine students and my health teacher in our junior class, all noisy and uninterested. It doesn’t look proper like what you think of a premiere science high… but rather, just a room of professional-looking-but-more-like-idiots people.
So, me, one of the most quiet and unpopular people in the class opened my mouth and confidently spoke…I just did it my way.
But maybe, I’m not a dork at all, and people were quite amazed at my presentation, really. They liked the way I made the transitions to the next topic and asked funny questions therefore making a round of laughs and making it possibly nit boring. Altogether, it was fun. It was overwhelming for me and it is great.
After my report, I also sniffed a conversation:
H: Mia is such a good reporter, isn’t she?
V: (pouts and makes an unconvinced look
Mia: (looks there for a while then looks away and doodles instead)
V: (hysterically) yes, I know! Mia is such a good reporter, her report is sooo good.
That’s Miss V, more about her anyway…
So after one day, I was assigned to give a quiz about my topic. SIGH. And it went BAD.
How bad? This bad: I’m sitting in the front table and I told them to bring out a ¼ sheet of paper. I had to yell that three times before they really brought a sheet of paper and began making ¼ sheet slooowly and yell “number one” five times before the quiz officially began…
It consisted of fifteen questions and I must say, without my health teacher there to guide me (or control the wild animals), the whole class was…uncontrollable, completely disrespectful and bad. Personally, I didn’t expect them to do this to me…
What did they do? They cheated. It could feel less bad anyway if they did it SILENTLY, showing at least the slightest of respect to me. But no, I’m just in front of them, some feet away from my face, and they—no, I think it’s more like its only SHE I’m trying to pinpoint—yelled the answers out. And the one who ruled it was the high-profiled”celeb” of the high school, Miss V even came to the extinct of asking me how the answer to a certain item spelled like. To hell that woman. I hate her.
So after yelling the questions and taking the papers with a bleeding heart, thanks to V, I marched to the teachers’ office to my health teacher. I was nearly in tears telling her how my classmates degraded my being, how they would even treat me worse than an animal. But I didn’t cry, and I just kept cursing V and…well, even so what she has been doing to me these days are hell-like (or maybe since I was called to MC our junior’s Ball) I never confronted her for it…I’m not really as bitchy as her.
But this is my pointer, in just doing something what my teacher does almost every week as a career…
Here’s what I’d like to tell you about cheating:
Don’t cheat as much as possible. I know we do it sometimes but please, when there is no other way about it, don’t yell your answers like what Miss V (or Vitch for short) did. That is nasty and bitchy. It hurts so much you know, it feels like there’s totally no respect for your teacher if you do that. Also, don’t do what she did, don’t walk to the one whop held the quiz and say demandingly, “so what’s my score?” when you are just doomed with shrinking her spirits.
Also, if you are not interested with the subject, try at least glancing on the speaker sometimes. It has a totally big difference than not looking at all…at least the speaker’s thinking you are listening by ears.
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