The academic year 2009 was the year when I was at the apex of accelerating my academic performance outsmartly. When I could perform very well in the class, everyone would love and care me so much, I discovered. The more I perform well, the more I could get inspired myself to work harder.
I can vividly remember even after nine years, all of my classmates and subject teachers of the class of that year. Among the subject teachers, I could remember more about my moments with madam Sangay Om and my friends. The madam would wear only dark lipstick the whole day which was her unique identity among other female teachers. She would be popularly referred as just Miss Sangay by the students and the teachers. She was my mathematics teacher who would care me like her own younger brother unlike other teachers did. She was so caring to me because I would always perform exceptionally well in her subjects and in overall subjects. She would give me incessant advices and inspire me ceaselessly. And after her class, seldom she would call me and the second topper outside the class to fetch us with chocolates. That year was also my first time to bear pimples on my face. Miss Sangay even bought me a pimple control ointment and she would asked me each day if I was getting better of. She would trust me a lot than to anyone in the class because I was a hard working lad and wasn't naughty. Even if she see me doing little undesirable things in the class, she would ignore whereas if others were seen they be scolded mercilessly in front of all classmates.
One day it was Miss Sangay's class. Her class was right after lunch. I had chewing gum in mouth continuously chewing during her class hour. It was in the perfect mid of her teaching. She was solving mathematical problems on the blackboard. I was busy playing with chewing gum transforming it into different shapes while others were busy copying the solutions. All of sudden, it clicked in my mind that I would play throwing that rolled chewing gum to the front desk. I threw it on the table and that table happened to be the desk of the second topper of our class. Instantly, Kinzang turned back and asked me who had thrown that dirty chewed chewing gum on in his table. I replied him that I had no idea at all, with little guilt inside within myself. Kinzang asked me again, "if you're not, should I show it to madam"? I replied him, "Yes, why not. You can inform madam and that naughty guy must be punished." I responded confidently thinking that no one had seen me doing that. Kinzang stood up and showed that rubbish in his table saying it's thrown from back. Everyone stood still and silent when miss Sangay was shouting and inquiring the whole class. Everyone remained wordless because everybody feared of her anger. Then madam declared herself, "If no one else is responsible for that act, the whole class deserve mass punishment. Get out of the class for the frog jump."
Everyone stood up from their stools including myself. The most interesting part here was, miss Sangay was sure that I won't do that. I was made to sit back while rest all went outside to carry out the mass punishment. I was sitting idly feeling proud of myself but with little guilt. All of a sudden, miss Sangay appeared at the doorstep shouting at me. "A girl has seen you throwing that chewing gum which I didn't expect at all. Now you come outside and let your friends get back to the class."
I couldn't say even a word. I following madam went outside near a betel nut plant scratching my head. Madam gave me two options of punishment. One was to climb up the betel nut plant and other option was to do frog jump. I tried first climbing up the plant because I felt it was less embarrassing than that of frog jump, but I couldn't climb up high. I slipped back two times. Madam said, "It's enough Phurpa but don't repeat next time". I nodded and went back to the class feeling funny myself.
However, recapitulating this incident is neither to boast myself nor to make my friends and miss Sangay insane. It is neither to curse miss Sangay nor my friends. The only lesson I got from that incident was to be honest to your teacher or anyone. And never to embarrass or break the trust of the people who trust you so much.
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