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soon as possible. There were no cameras in the classrooms in those times and therefore, the students were the only source of investigations. Therefore, the students were asked to give their opinions privately to the teachers and asked to give details on any suspicious student, who might have done this with reasonable evidences.Those days it was kind of a mini criminal investigation in the classroom. All the students wanted to find the culprit. The girl who was the victim of this incident was a very cute, lovable, small girl. She talked like a baby and was very dear to everyone in the class. Because of the trouble she faced, she used to cry all the time, telling her grievances to all the subject teachers. All the teachers felt very sorry and guilt at the same time.Therefore, the investigations began. Some students had informed the teachers about the suspected students in the class, who might have torn the books of the new girl. I was so confused throughout this incident and had no idea who might have done this. She was in the other corner of the class and I used to sit in the corner closest to the entrance to the classroom. Therefore, I had no requirement even to move into the side that the new girl was sitting. I barely talked with her and rarely went to the corner she sits.One morning, I was asked to come to the teachers’ staff room. Knowing nothing, I went without hesitation. The staff room was filled with many teachers, some taught us and some did not. I felt a little uncomfortable, yet I went inside. I was asked to sit by our class teacher and she had a smile on her face. She was a kind teacher. Then she asked me one little question. “Did you tear the books of that new girl?” By hearing this question, I was frightened, and my heartbeat went fast. They were suspecting me as a culprit. Someone in my class must have named me as a suspect of this incident. “No miss I didn’t”. I answered and my voice was trembling. She again asked “Did you tear at least one book of her?” “No miss I didn’t”. However, I did not have any pieces of evidence with me. How can I prove it? Will they believe my words? Or do they think that I did it?All the teachers were giving me hard faces. Do they believe me as a suspect? “See child, someone told, that you might be the one who has done this. We have noticed that all her Mathematic books had torn. And have written gibberish only on Mathematics books”, my teacher explained. Still, I did not understand, until further explanation. “You got the highest marks for Mathematics last term and the new girl was the second. Did you tear her books thinking that she will score the highest next time?” Now I understand and they got a valid point too. They suspect me based on exam marks. I have no intention to do that, but unfortunately, I was the only one who knew the truth. I was too small to defend and neither I cry, nor answered. I do not know whether they took my silence as an acceptance!After this questioning session, I came back to my classroom. The new girl was crying as usual and her books had torn today as well. For the first time I did not feel sorry for her, and instead I was furious. She is a troublemaker; because of her, I was questioned and was suspected of something I have not done. As soon as I came to my class, one student came to me and said. “Just say you did this; they won’t punish you” she said. I was angry, afraid, and saddened. “Why do they think I did this? Why would anyone tear a book, with whatever intention?” Neither answered my questions nor listened.I looked around the class. Do all of them think the same? Am I a culprit in their hands? Everyone is innocent until proven guilty and so am I. But I think, society thinks the other way around. ‘Everyone is guilty until proven innocent’. I was a suspect and there is no difference between a suspect and a culprit until they accept my innocence.I started to hate my class and school including my classmates and teachers. I was seen as a wick

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ed girl, who has torn the books of a brighter student with jealousy. I told my mother that I do not want to go to school. Moreover, I was eagerly waiting to get out of this classroom. I wait so badly to move to Grade seven, where I can start a new phase with new faces. But needed to wait until the year-end and I had no escape.Tearing the books and torturing to the newcomer reduced with the time. One morning my class teacher came with good news and I felt so relieved to hear that. I do not know whether I was selfish, but I was extremely happy. The new girl has resigned and had gone to another school. Though I was happy, I wanted to know the reason too. All of a sudden, why did she thought to move out?Without any further due, the mystery was solved. The culprit, who has torn her books have caught! My teacher informed the class that they have found the girl who has done this and everyone was very eager to listen. My heartbeat went at a rate with countless questions in my mind. “Is she going to announce my name?” or “Have they found someone else in the class?”, “If she says my name, by any chance, how can I react?” I could not think of answers to any of the above. “It’s no one outside, someone inside the same class,” my teacher continued. “You would be amazed to hear, but that was she. She had torn her own books to grab the attention of the teachers”. This was unbelievable! How did she tear her own books and tried to make someone else guilty? Can a small girl like me think such a twist? There was an answer to that too.The new girl came to our school through the scholarship exam and before that, she has gone to a very small school where she was the brightest student in the entire school. All the teachers adore her. All of a sudden, everything changed with her exam results. She moved to a new school with lots of intelligent students and at once, she became just a student in a classroom. She missed all the attention she had. She felt depressed and wanted to grab the attention back. Since she could not do that with her marks, she thought something else.She thought to tear her books and grab the attention of all the teachers. She was successful but only for a little period. As the teachers were able to discover the truth, she was ashamed and could not face her teachers and friends anymore. She went to another school and all the trouble went out with her.Finally, the truth was unwrapped. The girl who suspected me never say sorry, but I learned many lessons through this event. Therefore, I am thankful for everything. The first lesson I learned was, we should not suspect anyone on our assumptions. Most of the time we know a half-truth and without knowing the other half we cannot judge and come to conclusions. I believe in truth. Though it takes some extended time, the truth will always win. In life, whenever I come across a dilemma, I do not conclude at once and always look at alternatives. We should not suspect anyone without having solid details; we have no right to judge anyone unless we know his/her life.The second I learned was to believe myself when everyone else had doubts. The most trusted person one can have is his/her self. From the moment we lose the confidence, no one else in the outside can help us. Patience, belief, and confidence will enable us to come out of every obstacle. Before coming to conclusions, we always need to keep in mind that, “Everyone is innocent until proven guilty”. Having an open mind with kindness enables to make us a better human.Though this incident happened many years back, still I can remember the helplessness, fear, and anger I had. I hate everything in that class, but today I am thankful as I learned many lessons. The most two important things I noticed were that, ‘Time always heals’ and ‘This too shall pass!’ In the long journey of life, good and bad is inevitable. Whenever you feel down, depressed, and unhappy, always do remember ‘Time always heals’ and ‘This too shall pass!</article></body>

I Didn’t Tear That Book!

My Worst Childhood Memory

Life is a long journey with milestones of memories. Whether we like it or not, some moments are forgotten forever, while some stayed with us until the last breath. Good memories relieve the stress while the bad memories give life lessons. Life is a mix of good and bad and the interpretation of the two, paves the path to a better tomorrow.

The school life of everyone is filled with lots of memories. Many suggest it as the best time of life, with simplicity and happiness. When I am thinking about my school life, it’s also filled with memories of my lovely friends and teachers. We played outdoor games, participated in dramas and orchestras, laughed a lot, and was punished sometimes too. Though the school time filled with lots of colorful memories, there is one memory that is dull, pale, and colorless. Yet, it taught me many lessons, which were very useful throughout my life.

By the time of this incident, I was only eleven years old and was in Grade 6. In our country there is a scholarship exam in Grade 5, almost all the students faced this. The importance of this Grade 5 scholarship exam is that the students with high marks can enter the best schools in the town. I did not write this exam, but was lucky enough to attend one of those best schools in the country from Grade one, thanks to my father.

This scholarship exam is the only chance most of the students get to attend a good school with no additional fees. Though Sri Lanka is a developing country, the education is free and because of this, the literacy rate is as high as 92%. However, the free education does not provide equal facilities to all the schools. Hence, there is an immense competition to enter into a popular school as they got advanced facilities including swimming pools and advanced science labs. On the other hand, the rural schools barely have teachers for all the subjects and basic classroom facilities for students.

Grade five students need to face this exam and based on the results they can get admissions to a new school from Grade 6. Once the new students come to the school, usually within a little period, all the students get together and be friendly with each other. Poor or rich, Urban or Rural, no differences to be noticed after some time.

In my class in Grade 6, the situation was different. Though the students were friendly, all the students in my class faced a different incident. After a few months of newcomers, there was a complaint from one of the students in my class. She had complained that some students in the classroom tore her books. Our class teacher questioned the class and requested not to do so, especially to a new student who is not familiar with the school culture. The humble request of our class teacher was not effective. The new student complained continuously as her books were torn constantly. On some days, her belongings were scattered around the classroom, and sometimes someone has written on her books too.

This was a mystery. For some Aesthetics subjects, like dancing and music we were supposed to go out of the class and return once the sessions were over. It was suspected that someone was planning and doing these while the other students were out. Nevertheless, who is doing this? Why someone is doing something like this? What is the intention? There were many unsolved questions behind.

The situation became worse, as time passes. All the teachers in the Grade including our class teacher faced a huge backlash. The principal was afraid of possible bad reputation to school and was instructed to find the culprit as soon as possible. There were no cameras in the classrooms in those times and therefore, the students were the only source of investigations. Therefore, the students were asked to give their opinions privately to the teachers and asked to give details on any suspicious student, who might have done this with reasonable evidences.

Those days it was kind of a mini criminal investigation in the classroom. All the students wanted to find the culprit. The girl who was the victim of this incident was a very cute, lovable, small girl. She talked like a baby and was very dear to everyone in the class. Because of the trouble she faced, she used to cry all the time, telling her grievances to all the subject teachers. All the teachers felt very sorry and guilt at the same time.

Therefore, the investigations began. Some students had informed the teachers about the suspected students in the class, who might have torn the books of the new girl. I was so confused throughout this incident and had no idea who might have done this. She was in the other corner of the class and I used to sit in the corner closest to the entrance to the classroom. Therefore, I had no requirement even to move into the side that the new girl was sitting. I barely talked with her and rarely went to the corner she sits.

One morning, I was asked to come to the teachers’ staff room. Knowing nothing, I went without hesitation. The staff room was filled with many teachers, some taught us and some did not. I felt a little uncomfortable, yet I went inside. I was asked to sit by our class teacher and she had a smile on her face. She was a kind teacher. Then she asked me one little question. “Did you tear the books of that new girl?” By hearing this question, I was frightened, and my heartbeat went fast. They were suspecting me as a culprit. Someone in my class must have named me as a suspect of this incident. “No miss I didn’t”. I answered and my voice was trembling. She again asked “Did you tear at least one book of her?” “No miss I didn’t”. However, I did not have any pieces of evidence with me. How can I prove it? Will they believe my words? Or do they think that I did it?

All the teachers were giving me hard faces. Do they believe me as a suspect? “See child, someone told, that you might be the one who has done this. We have noticed that all her Mathematic books had torn. And have written gibberish only on Mathematics books”, my teacher explained. Still, I did not understand, until further explanation. “You got the highest marks for Mathematics last term and the new girl was the second. Did you tear her books thinking that she will score the highest next time?” Now I understand and they got a valid point too. They suspect me based on exam marks. I have no intention to do that, but unfortunately, I was the only one who knew the truth. I was too small to defend and neither I cry, nor answered. I do not know whether they took my silence as an acceptance!

After this questioning session, I came back to my classroom. The new girl was crying as usual and her books had torn today as well. For the first time I did not feel sorry for her, and instead I was furious. She is a troublemaker; because of her, I was questioned and was suspected of something I have not done. As soon as I came to my class, one student came to me and said. “Just say you did this; they won’t punish you” she said. I was angry, afraid, and saddened. “Why do they think I did this? Why would anyone tear a book, with whatever intention?” Neither answered my questions nor listened.

I looked around the class. Do all of them think the same? Am I a culprit in their hands? Everyone is innocent until proven guilty and so am I. But I think, society thinks the other way around. ‘Everyone is guilty until proven innocent’. I was a suspect and there is no difference between a suspect and a culprit until they accept my innocence.

I started to hate my class and school including my classmates and teachers. I was seen as a wicked girl, who has torn the books of a brighter student with jealousy. I told my mother that I do not want to go to school. Moreover, I was eagerly waiting to get out of this classroom. I wait so badly to move to Grade seven, where I can start a new phase with new faces. But needed to wait until the year-end and I had no escape.

Tearing the books and torturing to the newcomer reduced with the time. One morning my class teacher came with good news and I felt so relieved to hear that. I do not know whether I was selfish, but I was extremely happy. The new girl has resigned and had gone to another school. Though I was happy, I wanted to know the reason too. All of a sudden, why did she thought to move out?

Without any further due, the mystery was solved. The culprit, who has torn her books have caught! My teacher informed the class that they have found the girl who has done this and everyone was very eager to listen. My heartbeat went at a rate with countless questions in my mind. “Is she going to announce my name?” or “Have they found someone else in the class?”, “If she says my name, by any chance, how can I react?” I could not think of answers to any of the above. “It’s no one outside, someone inside the same class,” my teacher continued. “You would be amazed to hear, but that was she. She had torn her own books to grab the attention of the teachers”. This was unbelievable! How did she tear her own books and tried to make someone else guilty? Can a small girl like me think such a twist? There was an answer to that too.

The new girl came to our school through the scholarship exam and before that, she has gone to a very small school where she was the brightest student in the entire school. All the teachers adore her. All of a sudden, everything changed with her exam results. She moved to a new school with lots of intelligent students and at once, she became just a student in a classroom. She missed all the attention she had. She felt depressed and wanted to grab the attention back. Since she could not do that with her marks, she thought something else.

She thought to tear her books and grab the attention of all the teachers. She was successful but only for a little period. As the teachers were able to discover the truth, she was ashamed and could not face her teachers and friends anymore. She went to another school and all the trouble went out with her.

Finally, the truth was unwrapped. The girl who suspected me never say sorry, but I learned many lessons through this event. Therefore, I am thankful for everything. The first lesson I learned was, we should not suspect anyone on our assumptions. Most of the time we know a half-truth and without knowing the other half we cannot judge and come to conclusions. I believe in truth. Though it takes some extended time, the truth will always win. In life, whenever I come across a dilemma, I do not conclude at once and always look at alternatives. We should not suspect anyone without having solid details; we have no right to judge anyone unless we know his/her life.

The second I learned was to believe myself when everyone else had doubts. The most trusted person one can have is his/her self. From the moment we lose the confidence, no one else in the outside can help us. Patience, belief, and confidence will enable us to come out of every obstacle. Before coming to conclusions, we always need to keep in mind that, “Everyone is innocent until proven guilty”. Having an open mind with kindness enables to make us a better human.

Though this incident happened many years back, still I can remember the helplessness, fear, and anger I had. I hate everything in that class, but today I am thankful as I learned many lessons. The most two important things I noticed were that, ‘Time always heals’ and ‘This too shall pass!’ In the long journey of life, good and bad is inevitable. Whenever you feel down, depressed, and unhappy, always do remember ‘Time always heals’ and ‘This too shall pass!