“It wasn’t me” by Olli-Pekka Jauhiainen.
Once upon a time, after a long time, a teacher of mine called me to find out what I was up to in life. It wasn’t really like her and I knew she needed a favour. I remembered her as one of the worst (traumatizing, terrorizing) teachers my school could have ever hired and her subject was not to my liking either, which only made her class hell. She didn’t seem to be in touch with any of my other former classmates because she began asking about them, one by one. I told her of the ones I knew. She went gaga over the ones who had followed her subject, and openly ridiculed and criticized the others. I was a part of the “others” and I wondered if I should get back at her considering that she wasn’t giving me much reason to respect her anyways.
But I didn’t. I listened to her patiently and asked her why she thought that way. The answer was obvious. For her. Her subject was the best and had more potential than the rest.
Of course.
I wonder if someone was ridiculing her behind her back. Not here. Not me. Of course not.
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