It was a cloudy day in the winter of ’99, the weather was gloomy.
The kids run into their classes as they hear the bell and took their places, waiting for the teacher.

Everybody were busy taking their notebooks out and comparing each other’s homework, except one boy. The boy looked tired and scared as he didn’t do the homework. He knows that there were many other kids who didn’t do too, but he wasn’t scared of being punished but there was something else that bothered him.

The teacher was walking in the corridor towards the class and all the students could see her as she turned around the corner. A minute passed but the teacher still didn’t enter the class. The kids started shouting in a high pitch increasing with each passing minute and a mischievous kid closes the door.

The teacher barges in, yells at the kids for making noises and makes everyone stand on the bench. She then asks if anyone has skipped doing their homework.

A few raise their hands. The boy doesn’t. The kids were instructed to sit down with the homeworks on their benches. The boy was worried now.
He knew why the teacher was late to the class. His turn came and he confessed that he didn’t do the homework.

Furious with the boy’s answer, the teacher screamed, “You don’t pay the school fee, you don’t don’t do your homework, what the hell are you here for? You’re as worthless as the trash can in the corner. Go and meet the principal.
This is what the boy was scared of.

Meanwhile in the principal’s cabin,
The headmistress was lost in thoughts, she had to finalise the payment for the computers they bought that month. There were some disturbances among the teaching staff she was worried about.

The boy knocked on the door and was asked to come in. He told her that he was instructed to meet her by his class teacher and he wanted to know why.
Don’t you know why??”, The headmistress groaned, “How do you expect me to allow you into the classes without paying the fees? Go and kneel down in front of the office room. Until the last period.

The boy walked out with his head down to the office and knelt down. He hated this, he hated his teacher, he hated his headmistress. He stared at the clock, counting every minute, every second.
It was almost time.

The headmistress was out.
She walked away without noticing the boy. The bell rang.
The boy walked to his class, took his bag ignoring his friends asking him where he was all this time and walked home without noticing anyone around.

Don’t you think the teachers also have something to learn while they teach?
They need to learn how to deal with children.
You wanna make better citizens of these children? Treat them like one.

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5 thoughts on “The unspoken grievance

  1. If this was a true story then the teacher and principle are not being very professional sharing with a class about fees not being paid. It is also strange they would tell the child to go and kneel. The child’s parents if they are young should go and have a chat with the principle. If they are older teenagers, then they should request to speak to the principle and talk it over as this is not how schools normally treat their students.

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      1. The students need to make an appointment to speak with the principal and talk through their grievances. They can always say that due to the unprofessionalism of the teacher blurting out infront of the class personal information about fees, and the way they were treated by the principal, they are considering going to their local education authority to complain. When they go though, and say this to the principal, they need to have an adult with them to listen to what the principal has to say, and back up the child/teenager and as a witness on behalf of the student.

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