It was another Monday as the sound of the early and ambitious struggle to beat traffic once again cut short the final minutes of my early morning sleep, immediately it stroke my mind, Oh Sh*t! I'm in big trouble, I've for forgotten about the assignment that was due for Submission that morning, been no stranger to Mr. Chosby, I knew that there was no saving grace for me, I decided to play sick and stay in bed till maybe at least everyone gets lost in their business and forget about me, at least I hoped so, but Mum insisted after checking my temperature with the back of her palms to make sure I was OK before asking me to take a shower, immediately I moved to plan B, which was to play sick at school and maybe, earn the teacher's mercy even if it's just for that day.
Reaching the school that morning, with the assembly just beginning, I could gaze into Mr.chosby's eyes and say he was up to something, or was it just my guilt taking it toll on me. After the assembly, he walked in immediately as I was about to ask ask I could copy from the guy next to me, and just as I expected the first words from his lips were about those who didn't complete nor submit their assignment with the warning that jugdement was on its way. Few minutes before the class was over, he probably saved some time so he could name the list of student who failed to submit his assignment as early as 7:00am the previous week, and just like that my name was among the first five as we were four-teen in number with offence in a class of thirty-three.
Judgment was coming close as the first ten before me were shedding tears back in their sits after receiving twelve heavy strokes each at the buttocks or palm according to each culprits gender. It was finally my turn and I decided to play the sick card, but was immediately turned down as tho we were together all weekend and wasn't even ready to hear me out, but for the benefit of doubt, he decided to stroke me on the palms as I had complained sick, but that will be the beginning of the many issues to come.
After seven strokes, my hand been soft in nature was already bleeding, I thought I had an alibi, but it was as if he was blind to the sight of blood and continued stroking till it was twelve and complete. Seeing the blood I knew it was a good time to pay him back for his kindness, I went straight to the principal office and demanded an exit slip for emergency which was quite unusual for me. The principal sensed something was wrong and tried to get me to say it, but nah, I needed it to be big, I managed to collect the exit card without the principal noticing the blood and wounds on my palms and headed straight for the gate. The school was a 15 or 10 minutes stroll from our house and in just that time I was home with my complain. At first my Mum was OK with the fact that it was part of the school disciplinary action and I have to saysay, she waswas right but after seeing my torn hands from flogging, she was convinced that there was more I wasn't saying which was false, she decided that we go to school and as anticipated I followed. She went directly to the principal office and was ready to cause havoc after confirming what I said was true and demanded to see the teacher which was denied several times by the principal and his secretary, suggesting that the school will deal with the matter personally and of course gave her an apology and assurance that it will be the last time such happened
. I took the day off and the teacher apologized the next day which came as a relief.
I was branded a hero by my schoolmates as it will punishment measures were drastically dropped and a different punishment in place of suspension was used more frequently by school authorities.
And till my years in highschool ended, I've been pardoned were other students were punished and I also learned how to stay out of trouble as time pass. I made friends with a lot of teachers and it was fun till the end.
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