Something that still bothers and annoys me to this day.
So I was a prefect in primary school. at the beginning of my primary six school year, the teachers put a signup sheet on the prefect's noticeboard for some sort of prefect exco thing (I can't remember what it's called exactly? Sedimentary prefects or something LOL)
Anyway I wrote my name on that to go for the interview.
Interview day. There were quite a few prefects who also signed up, and we all gathered in a classroom. We could leave once we were done. So the teacher in charge of the prefectorial board then was someone... Let's just call her MRT. MRT was the one interviewing us. Soon, it all started and we were asked to volunteer to go for the interview one at a time.
I remember being a little scared but the dominant thought in my mind at that moment was really: "let them go first. It's easier to make a lasting impression if I'm last, and also I have loads of time (I live right next to school, the others probably need time to travel back home)" so I found myself among the last ones in that room.
When there were just two of us left, MRT walked in suddenly and said something along these lines: "you two are just wasting my time! Get out. I'm not going to interview you."
And when you're twelve, teachers like her are especially r00d because they think it's fun to control you. Well, at least that was one of my afterthoughts.
We got out.
Tell me, is this even fair? Just because we cut into her lunchtime or something, we weren't allowed to even try? I got really annoyed for a long time about this. Right after that, I came up with so many comebacks my sweet old twelve-year-old self would not ever have the guts to use. "yeah, because we took all your time while you were interviewing other people right? I'm soooo unsuitable to be a prefect because I let others go before me right? You think I also got so much time isit? Wait in this room for so long end up nothing happen."
4 years later and I still feel a sense of injustice. Also, I couldn't lead the pledge or read announcements because I simply wasn't one of the "exco" prefects (mind you, something I was doing since I was primary 3)
At least I got to keep my flag-raising duty.
Also, sorry not sorry. I still think it's unfair, and if you, MRT, come across this blog someday, yes, I want you to know I'm talking about you. And I want everyone to know that I'm quite glad I didn't join the exco, and have to work closely with MRT. Blessing in disguise, really.
This is just one negative incident amongst many positive ones in my primary school, and trust me, there were many good experiences. #notflamingmyschool #loverosyth #forever
now that it's on the internet, we'll #neverforget