IT'S ALL ME

Hi loveli, today I remembered a primary school experience I had then,I was in my final class of primary school (primary 5). As a man secretes pheromones I seem to secrete teachers-pet hormone but I feel like that is a mean trick from my guardian angel, I probably babbled too much as a baby and ended up reducing his fondness for me because I am not the most docile, or easily controlled person so I don’t really know why teachers liked me apart from the fact that I am smart. Well my class teacher at the time clearly had a phobia for her own company because everyday after school when I would be waiting for my elder sister to finish her classes (she was a junior secondary school student at the time) and would prefer to play away all my earned knowledge with my friends this class teacher of mine would ask me to stay in the class with her and watch her mark scripts or make lesson notes. She probably just liked my company, but that’s where it gets stressful because what’s there to like in an eight or nine year olds company. I didn’t even speak to her the entire time. I would just sit or stand at the window and stare at my friends outside.

I must confess I was incredibly uncomfortable and still am anytime the memory pops up. I have never been able to wrap my mind around why she asked me to wait with her every time, if she asked all my friends I would have felt she didn’t want us to go out and hurt ourselves while playing but just me? Hell, I already felt like such an outcast as a kid, she didn’t have to make it worse by keeping me secluded from my peers. I never spoke to many people about it, but I figured that there’s no point hanging on to the mild anger anymore. But I feel as an adult I would not want to be in an empty class with a kid so frankly the fact that I still can’t understand the behavior makes it hard to move past all the dread I had attached to the moment. I feel like I have had my fair share of creepy teachers growing up that now once I see a mildly weird behavior I instantly turn hostile. Even writing about it now feels like I might be giving you the wrong impression but if I feel that uncomfortable with a situation I don’t even care anymore whether there’s actually something wrong I just want nothing to do with it. Because my comfort should not be a debatable topic.

Well loveli, I really hope you enjoyed this little peek into my memory, if you did ensure to share with those you love. I hope you know you bring a smile to my face each second you take out of your day to read about my day so I hope this puts a smile on your face or eases your stress even if it’s just for a second because you deserve every good thing. Bye for now.