I remember this one time at school I had maths first thing in the morning. I was about 11 or 12. I remember on that particular day we were writing a test. Let me just say maths really isn’t my strong point. Anyways, the teacher was handing out the tests – the class tables were arranged in groups of six, for a moment or two chatter erupts, but it dies down when the teacher gives the customary ‘shout’. That day, my table partner and I kept on communicating with smiles, looks, and barely audible whispers about something trivial. Just then my math teacher swooped down, scooped up my test paper before I could even finish writing my name and tore it apart. She then went on to say that I am a thief for “copying” and I will get zero for the test.
I was shocked, my class looked at me with big eyes. I started sobbing quietly while the others went on with the test. I just sat there.
That day scarred me.