Saturday, October 14, 2006
Letter to Bernadette the Bitch
To: Bernadette Lim
My friends and I were going up to class at around 1pm on Friday (13/10/2006). Our lunch break had just ended and we were making our way up from a football game.
When we reached the fourth floor, we heard Mrs. Bernadette Lim’s ear-piercing voice. She was on the fifth floor and we heard her shouting at a couple of students, as usual.
As I was in my PE attire and I know wearing it for lunch would cause Mrs. Lim to start finding trouble with me, I decided to take a detour and go up from another stairway on the fourth floor. My friends, being my buddies, also accompanied me.
When we made it to the fifth floor, we walked back to our class. However, on the way back, we saw Mrs. Lim walking our way from outside our class in the distance.
So once again, we went back down to take a separate route, the original one.
We reckoned that she had gone, as she was previously walking away from our class, so I thought the danger of being picked on by her was gone.
So we went up, already late for lesson. She was still there, targeting a bunch of Lower Secondary pupils over their hair.
Then she turned to us. She flared up and started screaming at us, asking us if we knew the time then and why we were late for class. Then she started scolding me for not having my ‘proper attire on’. Then shouted for me to go back to my class, get changed, and report back.
I did. However, I fail to comprehend why the PE attire is not allowed to be worn during lunch break. If it isn’t what she considers as the ‘proper attire’ to be worn in school, then why is the attire sold in school? Is it not right if I decide to engage in sporting activities in what I define as the proper sport attire? Is it not right to try to keep my uniform clean from mud that might stain it if I played soccer?
I understand a need for students to wear neat and standardised attire during lessons or assembly. However, during break time? I don’t fully understand a need to do so.
Anyway, I did get changed.
Then she started scolding us for irrelevant stuff. She started shouting things at us such as “Don’t try to mess with me!” and “If you want to behave like a delinquent, I will not hesitate to kick you out of my school!”
Then she scolded me for giving her ‘that look’. I was giving her a perfectly straight face. If there was something wrong with my expression, then nine billion other people around the world deserve a scolding by her too. If she just doesn’t like my face, then sorry, but I don’t quite like her face either.
She then proceeded to ask Mr. Liu, whose period for my class was for, if we were perpetual late comers for class. He said yes.
That is not true. These teachers enjoy picking on students like us. I probably went in late for his lesson for less than five times. In fact, more often than not, he comes in late for class, not us.
She carried on haranguing at us and started to stab me in my chest with her red pen, pushing me back all the time. Rest assured, that hurts real bad. And when I raised my back to shield it off by covering my chest, she pushed my hand down and asked me to put my hand down, all this while continually stabbing.
She then asked me how many times I came in late for class this year. I told her I didn’t know. Am I supposed to keep count each time I come in late for class? Usually it is the teachers who come in late for class. And I bet they don’t keep count.
Then she called me a ‘first class idiot’ for not knowing how many times I went in late for class this year.
I would now like to ask her how many times she went to the toilet this year. Don’t know? FIRST CLASS IDIOT.
All the time while scolding us, she also kept pointing her finger in our faces and poking the air in front of us. Her finger was so close to our faces that she seemed like she wanted to skewer our eyeballs and gorge them out.
Now did her parents ever teach her any basic manners? That’s not just rude and insulting, it’s taunting.
Then she finally let us off back to class, after delaying us later by 10 minutes, requesting for a letter of explanation and reflection on Monday. Thus this letter.
The above was the explanation.
Now for my reflection.
I regret being late for class, and I will not be late for class anymore, as it is utterly troublesome, time-consuming, embarrassing, insulting, and can even be painful.
Jerry Ang (10)
Class 307
Well that's about it. And yes, I'm very pissed, nice that you noticed.
The Madman™
