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Hi! I am Daniel Lim Jhao Jian. Since the inception of this blog in June 2009, I have been sharing a lot of my experience, knowledge and ideas here. I hope you will find this blog useful. Thank you for visiting my blog.

Monday 14 December 2009

The girl that I hate

When I was in primary and secondary school, I had many friends, but I also had an enemy. I won't mention her name here, I am just writing about the reasons I hated her.

I knew her since Standard 2. Initially, there were 49 students in my class. However, my class had 8 columns and 6 rows of seats, which was enough for 48 students only. Therefore, an extra table was added behind the class. This girl sat on that seat at first. Then in May 2003, someone in my class transferred to another school. The teacher rearranged the students' seats in class and as a result this girl sat beside me. This was how I began to know her.

In the beginning, I was willing to be friends with her. However, the problem was that she liked to disturb me and then tell the teachers that I disturbed her instead. The teachers were very unfair. They always believed her whenever she made a report about me, but they would not believe me whenever I made a report about her. The Chinese teacher would punish me without allowing me to explain, the Malay teacher would force me to admit that what the girl reported was true by promising she would not tell the principal about that, while the English teacher kept saying that the girl would not have made a report if I didn't do anything.

In Standard 3, a temporary teacher came to our school and she taught Chinese in our class for three months. During that time, this teacher often let us have group activities. I was in the same group with the girl and she was a terrible group member. She wasn't the leader but she always wanted to make all decisions for our group by herself. She often complained to the teacher that I was uncooperative. This teacher was unfair too. She kept telling me not to make reports about small issues, but yet she allowed the girl to do so. In the end, our group was ranked the second last among all groups.

However, in Standard 4 and 5, I and the girl became good friends. This was because we had common friends at that time and we were also living quite close to each other after I moved to a new house. She stopped disturbing me or making reports to the teacher about me.

In Standard 6, the girl's mother asked my grandparents to send her home after school every day since we were living in the same area, and my grandparents agreed. In the beginning, I was happy about that, hoping that it would further improve our friendship. However, this turned out to be really terrible. Since she knew everything that I did in class, she often threatened to report my wrongdoings to my grandparents if I didn't follow her instructions. She was essentially blackmailing me. For a few times, I was scolded by my grandparents because of her reports. My grandparents believed very much in what she said. Because of that, I began to hate her again.

In Form 1, the girl studied at the same secondary school with me. I immediately rejected her mother's request to let my grandparents send her home again. During the first few weeks, a few Chinese students in school kept disturbing me for no reason. Later, I took revenge by damaging someone's bottle. Since those students were her friends, the girl reported that to my grandfather. As a result, my grandparents scolded me badly.

Since then, I hated the girl very much. I would never forget what she had done and I would never be friends with her again. Some other students in my school disliked her as well because of her attitude.

1 comment:

  1. Judging from your stories, I really can understand your hatred toward her. C'mon, her acts are way too childish and you ended up getting scolded by your teacher and your grandparents. I totally felt upset on her acts. By your opinion, would she ever felt regret for the things that she done? I know it might be a weird question, but I just want to ask for the sake of curiosity.

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