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Blackeye
This story is made by: Gabriel Marcelo Garza
“So I’ve had some experiences as a teacher, but the most shocking experience is me having a kid beaten up by some other kids of the class. I even think that if I would have not done anything the kid would be safe and sound when that happened; so it went a little like this…”
Being honest I knew back in my young days I was that kind of geek student who got excluded from groups, there is that guy in every school basically. Being a teacher I could finally teach students to have some respect for those who they exclude because I think they can have bigger future than the others, they can actually be smart.
So I was teaching to a class in eighth grade, students were really aggressive back my days and as usual they always picked on the one and only student which I kind of related to, I think his name was Brad. Although I think he didn’t really minded about getting picked on, I still wanted to prove my point.
I think I was not the very best teacher because of my lack of experience and because of most students in the class were flunking the semester, except for Brad who was acing through. Even if they kept copying from Brad’s homeworks, the quizzes really brought everyone’s grade down. I really felt bad for Brad getting his work done and then get obligated to lend his work to others before class to copy, and as a teacher I would use my power as a teacher to tease the class into looking upward to Brad as their student role model, although I after realized that I overly exceeded my power onto Brad.
I started to give him extra points for effort, told the class Brad was the highest grade in every single quiz I gave away to taunt them, stuff like that and even sometimes compare them to him. It sounds really bad but most of them were actually pretty mean. I think Brad must have felt kind of thankful but I still noticed no change in his attitude towards to what was I doing.
So heading to the main point, it was nearly the end of the semester and as a bad teacher I was (not to mention also the bad kind of students I had) nothing was going well for them at the end. After I checked the last exam I felt disappointed at myself as a teacher but felt satisfaction and justice for what happened to those students for picking on Brad because he did way better than the others.
When I started to hand out the exams I started the typical “disappointed at the class” speech and everything went well for me. That is until I went back to the desk and murmured (well, at least I felt I did): “That’s what you morons get when they copy form the clever one” just to get it out of my system, expecting them not to hear of course. I realized I was screwed once everyone was looking at me open mouthed and some aggravated. I was so done in that moment but then I remembered I had nothing to fear as a teacher, also considering those were my last days as one so I just did not cared at all and actually I felt relieved in case some of them did not got the message throughout the semester.
The day after that, which was the last day of class I saw the unexpected. I was resting in my desk and right before the last class started, I saw Brad come in with a black eye and bruises on his arm looking at me in the worst way I could imagine. So that’s when I came to realize that I screwed the life of a kid who I felt related to by trying to teach a lesson to the others and trying to make him feel confident about himself. The end.
