I did feel quite uncomfortable being at such situation, crying and with all the mixed feelings altogether. It made the situation in class uneasy for the students and also the teacher. I couldn't concentrate on the learning too, since I was in such a low uneasy feeling. I felt that I was a problem and at the same time, how unjust it was, that I was the one who had to be blamed by the teacher.
To the rest of the class that day, I didn't do much. The teacher came to our table right away. She said, with a normal voice, "Stop crying! Stop crying...!"
The teacher asked my group what was really happening why the letters were on the floor. The student next to me explained that the other student forced me to give the letter g to her.
"Alright", said the teacher, "In a group, you all need to do the work as I ask you to do, in a good way, in cooperation, not fighting over the letters. Do you all understand now?"
I already stopped crying when all students started again to do the task, forming words using the square alphabets.
In the evening that day, Inang, my grandma (my dad's mother), asked me, "How was your school today?" Well, since Inang asked me how was my school that day, I told her what was happening. I told her that the teacher was angry at me.
"Why?", Inang asked.
"My classmate forced me to give her the letter which already on my hand. I didn't want to give it to her. She could find another letter on the table. Why she wanted the one on my hand?" I said explaining what happened at school.
"...and the teacher was angry at you?"
"Yes Inang! That teacher said to me with loud voice: '"Collect that letter! Don't drop it on the floor!"' I was in fear when the teacher said so. I felt uncomfortable, Inang. I did.
"It was not your fault, right?"