Yesterday, I was doing a schoolwork that was given by my teacher. I'm sure that I did it on the right page that time. So when I give it to my teacher, she began on checking it. Minutes later, she called my name. I didn't think something that will made me crazy will happen later on. When I arrived, she asked, "Miss Hillary? Why are you doing this on this page? Didn't I already told everyone including you to do this work at the page that is unrelated to this?" "But I folded it so I can't see it ..." "Even though you did fold it ... I just can't give a grade for this one. Here, your book." She handed over my book. I stood there in disbelief. After getting my book I walked back again to my seat. There I began throwing faults at myself. I didn't think it would go this way. I almost cried at the thoughts. I quickly hid my book in my bag in embarrassment.
It's just quite ridiculous for me to cry over this kind of thing. It's just, the way my teacher talked to me with monotone voice after checking on my work, I knew disappointment plastered all over her face. I tried my best to get over it, but all I did was just making it worse. Therefor, it reached to the point where all I wanted to do is to escape from the 5 hours so-called prison for me. I asked my mom about homeschooling and crap, but all I was getting is the thoughts of me being in the streets singing and crap to collect money. I know this is maybe just some crap that people always faced, but this is the thing that has horribly changed me. And I have no idea why.
-Cherry
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