Schooldays…

It was two days before the first term holidays.  Many teachers had already taken leave on this Wednesday and many of us, students, were idle.  So I went to the school library to read an interesting novel.  After about half an hour, I got tired and as I was sitting near a window, I began to observe how the clouds were compacting to a gloomy greyish mass. 

Suddenly, a white Toyota car screeched to a stop at the school entrance.  There were two men inside the car.  One was dressed in black shirt and black trousers and the other wore goggles and a white t-shirt.  The black bald man got out of the car carrying a box wrapped in red paper.  He was none other than my best friend’s father, Mr Smith.  Feeling that I ought to join him to greet him, I picked up my belongings and passed at the counter for the checking of the book.

Meanwhile, Mr Smith had entered the school and disappeared into thin air because I could find him nowhere in the corridor.  Just as I was turning away from the Principal’s office.  I heard someone speaking loudly.  My curiosity was aroused and seeing no one in sight, I stayed back, hanging on every word they uttered.  I was shocked to recognise Mr Smith’s and the caretaker’s voice in the Principal’s office when he was not there.  I was alarmed to hear that Mr Smith, with the help of the  school caretaker, was correcting the Form five papers so as to allocate his son and Mr Jack’s son the  maximum marks.  Then they both laughed evilly saying, “We did it!”.  The box wrapped in red contained the answer sheets for the Form five first term exam.

 

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Hearing scraping noise, like that of a chair, I quickly retraced my steps back in the library.  I again sat near that window and finally saw Mr Smith accompanied by two students – one was his own son and the other was Mr Jack’s son – hastily leaving the school building.  They thought that maybe if they are not present on the spot when their misact is found, they would be free of blame.  Hence, they all got into the car and Mr Jack drove off.

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  • ken bultman on Jun 8, 2009

    Cheaters never win…or do they?

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