Everyone has a shameful experience that they would love to dissipate. But it is not easy, as it is firmly imprinted in our mind. The absurdness of such thought is just too hard to be forgotten. The best way to get over it is to express it to others. Well, that is exactly what I am about to do. This memory of mine that I am going to tell you is just bizarre in an eldritch sense. It happened a couple of years back when I was 7. The morning sun shined luminously above the 'Methodist Anglo-Saxon Chinese School', the school which I once wore its proud colors. Under the raincloud absent skies, birds perched high up on an electrical cable wires near one of the schools block chirped melodiously to signify a day that seemed almost perfect. The 7 year old me was courageously answering questions that a persistent Mr. Lingson(mathematics teacher) was kept throwing. This went on for a few minutes by my reckoning. The sharp ringing sound of the recess bell echoed through the school walls, which brought a halt to all teaching sessions. Before Mr. Lingson let us off, he gave us a bunch of homework that was to be handed out to him on the following week.
Failing to do so is an option many students will not think twice of taking; as the punishment will be just reproachful. The moment Mr. Lingson stepped out of the class, the class went helter skelter; as usual. My classmates were just overwhelmed with the joy of recess by my reckoning and not to forget the absence of a teacher. That's the case with students; they just go ecstatic when there is no pedagogue in class. Amidst the hoo-ha, I got hold of my water bottle, and made my way out of class. I then walked down a staircase which I find to be unique in a sense, as it mimicked the grand staircase of the Great Paris Opera House from Gaston Leroux's award winning novel, 'The Phantom Of The Opera.' This was a feature not many of the British schools around town acquired. Having made my way down the 80 year old staircase, I jauntily paced myself past the bookshop which was on my right. With my nose pointing skywards, I arrogantly ignored all attentive discount offers by one of the salesman, who was probably trying to get rid of all ancient stationery items. Passing the bookshop meant that I was now closer to the school canteen.
Knowing that the eatery was just a short whiles walkaway, I quickly paced myself towards its direction cause I wanted to get there as soon as possible. My primary objective of doing so was, so that I could consume my food faster, rendering me more time to spot iguana's at a bushy area, next to the school toilet. Spotting iguana's is just a weird aspiration of mine; I'm not sure why(smirk). Thus, having finished eating my breakfast, which comprised of two slices of bread with strawberry jam and butter, I went to the place that I told you of earlier. While there, I didn't happen to spot any iguana's. The rustling of dead leaves made me believe that there was something out there. Much to my dismay, it turned out to be a common household lizard not an iguana after all. A short while later I succumbed to my boredom and decided to leave for class. I thought to myself, 'today, the iguana's are just too obscure.' The moment I turned my head, I saw a large fist that came crashing into my face. The force at which I was subjected with sent me crashing to the hard concrete ground. The pain was no doubt excruciating really. But what pissed me off was the loss of one of my molars.
The blood that was unstoppably flowing out of the wound in my mouth sent me to tears. Well, this can be excused as a childish act for I was just 7 when it happened. My assailant was then apprehended by one of the schools prefect. I on the other hand lost a tooth. Thank God it was a baby tooth or else I'll be a tooth short by now. The irony of this incident is just inconceivable. Till now, I cannot seem to figure out whether the guy who punched me did it willingly or unwillingly. But, the fact is just comprehensible; I was literally punched in the face, by some unknown dude!. Well this is basically it. My shameful memory; being smacked in the face during recess while hundreds of eyes watch in shock. How about you?
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