I messed it up!

 I am a person who keeps messing up with my not-so-simple life; you all must have seen that in my last post…but that’s not the only case. I can write a complete book on this outstanding quality of mine and its consequences. Most of the times, the consequences have been against me.  So here is another one.

It was my genetics practical exam. There was a lot of commotion in the lab as our teacher had no control over the students. Before I start with the real thing, I must tell you about this teacher.  My genetics teacher had no knowledge about genetics. He didn’t even know the spelling of ‘pink’. He had an accent which was quite funny. I think he got an opportunity to teach in a university through reservation quota. I really don’t want to make his fun. I am telling all this so that you can get the exact plot. Well, once this teacher caught one of my friends lying to him.  So obviously, we were not in his good books. So, on this practical exam day, every student was hundred percent sure to score an ‘A’ grade in this subject, so was I. We were not supposed to do much in this exam. He gave us a microscope and a few slides; we had to just identify the slides. I along with my friend and a classmate were allotted the same microscope. We all came to the same result, after watching each of the slides minutely under the microscope (it wasn’t tough to identify them, even the dumbest student would have identified). This teacher was going to every student’s desk with a sheet of paper on which he was giving grades. Then he came to ours and asked us to identify them. We all gave the same answers. At the end, he said “identify it again, you all are wrong” and then he was gone. We knew we had identified correctly, but still, we started off again. When we were done with identifying and taking help (in other words, cheating) from our other friends, we called him again to our desk.  But again, again he said “identify again” and went away. Till then most of the students were done with the practs, they stayed there just to help the other dumb students (I, for sure, was not among the dumbs). That’s what raised my temper. And I shouted “this teacher is so nuts...does he know anything, who on earth has assigned him…he doesn’t even know the spelling of pink” unaware of the fact that he was standing right behind me. L. When I turned back, I found him standing right in front of me. My friend and the other classmate were like what-have-you-done.  After hearing all those “good” words about him, he shot a frightful glance at me and immediately went away.  And then started my hysterical laugh. OMG!! I still remember that he was watching us from a distance. But that too didn’t stop me from laughing; instead it added fuel to the fire. Actually that’s one my problems, once I start laughing its too difficult to stop (and I laugh at most unexpected places…). After that incident whenever I used to see that teacher, I just couldn’t stop myself from laughing hysterically. I knew he won’t just let it go.

Later when my grade-sheet came, I saw a ‘C’ among all ‘A’s.  He took his revenge by giving me and my friend a ’C’. I don’t know about the other classmate. I didn’t care much about the grade, as it didn’t affect my percentile much. But my grade-sheet didn’t look good with that “C”.