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That Day, My Grandma Talked to My Teacher

Diperbarui: 28 Oktober 2024   11:26

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I was at my 1st grade at elementary school. After a few weeks, we, the students were divided into several groups. Our teacher gave us alphabetical letters in square shapes. Each group had to form any word as instructed.

All groups were asked to form a word: gunung (mountain). The members of the group searched for the letters needed to form the word (g, u, n, u, n, g).

All the letters were mixed together on our table. Forming such a word using separated letters was not easy for us. As kids, we also tended to mess things even those letters in squares shapes. We were kids, we tended to mess stuffs.

 "Let me do it! Let me do it", said one of the student in front of me, grabbing the letter g out of my hand since she knew I had one letter needed to form the word "gunung".

I didn't like what she did. I wanted to keep the letter g which was already on my hand. She could take another g since there were 2 g in the word: gunung. She didn't get the other g since it was already on another student's hand.

She forced me to give her the letter g on my hand. "Give it to me!", she said forcefully. The letter felt down to the floor together with some other letters. The teacher heard the sound of falling letters and quickly staring at us.

I did feel uneasy not only that the letter I had on my hand was forcefully taken from me, but also, the letter felt to the floor together with other letters, made such noise. Plus, the teacher was staring at us, she was upset.  

"Paulina," said the teacher with her loud and unpleasant tone, "Collect that letter! Don't drop it on the floor!"

I was shocked that I just heard the teacher said so. Confused and in fear, I started to collect the letters on the floor. Others in my group were all silent. All students, hearing the loud voice of the teacher were also silent and looking at me.

I knew it was unjust. It was my classmate who was a member of my group that forced me to give the letter g to her. I was upset at my classmate and also at the teacher whom I felt was blaming only me. I couldn't depend myself, explaining what was just happening. Also, I couldn't control my emotion. Out of being upset and being blamed, I cried.

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