I’ve got a confession…

I’ve got a confession…

Back in secondary school, there was this teacher that I utterly despised. She was our **** ***** teacher and just because she was going to teach us a similar subject in senior secondary school, I immediately opted out.

Disclaimer: You will not agree with everything you’re about to read, and that is perfectly okay.

She was ugly, with a corner of her mouth twisted to the side while she chewed gum like her life depended on it as she sent any student who happened to be unfortunate enough to fall under her gaze, a gazillion messages in two minutes. And it was thankless errands because you’d receive more complaints about what you could have done better and no iota of gratefulness. We all hated her.

All these was beside the fact that she ate more food than she was supposed to during our practical even though she barely chaperoned us. She left us to our fate and whoever survived the heat of the barely ventilated cooking lab got her ungrateful chewing on their hard cooked food as reward.

But there was one more detail about Ms. Lara (fake name) that bears mentioning. She was unmarried. And for us 9 to 12 years olds in junior secondary school, that was all the reason we needed to understand her ill treatment of us.

Anytime she beat one of us for another forgivable crime like having a bad handwriting, you’d hear “That’s why nobody wants to marry her,” muttered under a quick breath as we sulked to the pain.

We didn’t think that maybe she was naturally just wicked or maybe had character issues, we just thought it was the frustration from being bypassed in the singles market that she was transferring to us through painful strokes of cane and heaps of undeserved insults.

Then one day, while I was in SS2, way out of reach of her cane (because I made sure not to have anything to do with subjects that there was a minute chance she might handle), we received news that finally Ms. Lara was married.

Ah, finally, an end to the wickedness! Fortunately and unfortunately, I didn’t cross paths much with her after then to test-run and see if her wickedness had actually stopped asides from the random run-ins when I went to the lab to get food from my friends who offered her course. But that didn’t give me enough material to fairly judge the matter.

I won’t blame the society for the kind of mentality we had to have attributed a woman’s unfair treatment of us to her state of singleness but I definitely know better now. We live in a society where women are frowned upon for being unmarried – it has gotten a lot better than it used to be but we still have a long way to go.

And to Ms. Lara, may all extra food you ate from us choke you o!

Until next time I think of another wicked teacher from secondary school, I remain your favourite Wolf. 🐺✨
Stay happy, stay bad.

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