The Thrashing
This series is a collection of experiences of abuse suffered by the author through out his school life.
Chapter 1
3rd Grade
School was just another hardship for me in life. It seems just like yesterday, the hot humid days, the walking back home, casual gaming cafes, and just the exciting adrenaline rush of being a kid. I was but a simple child, who used to smile even if a teacher would scold at him, perhaps they thought i was making an excuse to smile or i was just a delinquent. All i used to do was to bear the pain through smiling is all. I would stay quiet with a tear in my eyes, and heavy breathing problem i used to get, unnerving as it may sound, this happened to me i guess when i was in 3rd grade, I accidentally copied an answer from i believe it was my diary, i had never cheated so this was probably the first time.
I was bad at it, and thus i got caught. Because of that my female teacher hit me, with a slap because i’m a boy and i can take it as the rhetoric suggested in those days. Afterward, i got a few smacking here and there because i cheated and it made her furious, then she asked me to stand on the chair with one leg up, and i had to bear the shame as it was the best way to teach someone a lesson. Although, it was P.T which i fairly enjoyed, the shame however and slaps i didn’t. A friend told me something funny, and as a cheery kid, i giggled which made her even more furious.
Then she told me to go outside, and stand there with my hands up. Wow, wasn’t she sweet right! Though, i was standing with my friends so it wasn’t all that bad for the entire day. I mean i could have gotten a bit more, but a few slaps was all it could for a kid like me to start tearing up. I wasn’t a bad student to be honest, i just wasn’t good at that one problem, and in a school where grades and etiquette mattered everything, you can imagine the kinds of horrors that await a child but that is definitely a story for another day.
Chapter 2
4th Grade
In 4th grade, there was an instance where my grandfather had died, it really impacted me because i was really close with my grandfather, and the way he died saying Goodbye, telling me he’s going to rest, yet he never woke up after that. I had missed my midterms in school, and when i came back. My teacher was furious perhaps because i missed two weeks worth of school probably. She asked what was the reason, that i missed school or exams, to which i replied my grandfather had died, and she didn’t believe a word i said. I kept insisting that as 4th grader would, but she saw that behavior as ill mannered and she SLAPPED me, which definitely broke me into tears, and i kept on raising my voice trying to tell her that he died, but she didn’t believe and hit me two more times.
I started to cry, back then my tears would flow as the stream of a river; i was a child stating the truth but she didn’t believe me. She kept on scolding me and i had to bear it, bear the shame of being called a liar. When I reached my limit, i ran away from the classroom towards the boy’s bathroom and locked my self inside; unable to control my tears i cried, and i cried and i wailed, and i screamed as loud as i could because that day surely felt like the worst day of my life. Perhaps, that moment in time was the day that i lost my interest in school, classrooms or education. & that probably affected my results too. But that is something for another day, which does invoke thrashing. It does make you wonder, whether she does feel remorse for what she did, she didn’t.
To be Continued…
