I was an Excellent student.
When I was in the third standard, I was a brave student; I was in the top five, but then one incident happens and everything changed for me.
In the third standard, my class teacher was getting retired, so we get the new teacher who is good at teaching English, I used to like his teaching, as typical Marathi medium school, I was not well aware of the importance of English, but when he thought I used to understand well.
THE INCIDENT WHICH CHANGES MY LIFE.
The incident occurs which is very little from his point of view or some other people’s point of view, but it killed the curious and brave student in me.
I used to sit on the front, as I am an excellent student it does not affect me, there was an incident, that happened and I lose my faith in that teacher.
Wrong Judgment.
I was reading and sitting on the ground on “chatayee” on the side of the wall, there were two boys fighting they fall on me and my head hit on the wall, so I was crying and I go to another class where that teacher is sitting I told him what happen, he ask both guys to come and then he ask me to slap them, I felt bad but I was angry too but I slapped slowly, later when I was about to go he said to wait where are you going, and then he asked the other boys to slap me, I was like what? I was crying more because I felt injustice here, also I thought the teacher is sensible, but he turns out to be a psychopath.
How I become a below-average student from Excellent?
Later next year he becomes our homeroom teacher, as in government school only one teacher used to teach all the subject I lost interest in the study because he uses to teach, I was in the fourth standard, my grandfather was a teacher he used to teach me but he is not an English teacher so I was not good at it, I remember I have taken tuition because of that teacher because I don’t want to teach from him or understand anything; I stopped to sit in the front row just because I don’t want to see his face more often.
I still blame him, because of him my dreams and studies and everything changed, because he is a psychopath, my entire future changed, I still got a 75℅ in fourth but I was not confident enough to take an English medium.
My dream was to be an Engineer I still remember when I was in sixth studying in Marathi Medium, one teacher asked me what you want to become and I said out of my habit of saying Engineer, “I want to become an Engineer.” He mocked at me, laughed like it’s a joke. Later he told me to become an engineer you need to take English medium, and when I asked my cousin’s and other seniors, they said it’s true, so I was feeling guilty for choosing Marathi medium because I have never known or thought anything else than Engineering, I changed my Medium to English next year in the seventh standard, but when I saw my own classmates who were not so brave till the fourth standard, could read and write English, I felt discouraged more, I blamed that teacher again, and blaming myself for not choosing English Medium in the fifth standard.
I still remember how frustrated I was when I choose the English medium because I wanted to read and write but I don’t know how to start, and because of it I took a lot of time to learn to read English, and my other classmate reached beyond superiority because their basics were covered and I don’t want to learn from him or take that teacher seriously in the fourth standard when student learn the basics, and I took Marathi medium in fifth and sixth, and that’s why with all these complications I become a below-average student from the brave one.
I might be happy as what I am today and what I am doing, but regret and the blaming is still on and it might be possible it never stops.
