Now Is My Turn To Tell You The Truth

My school's Prefects' Installation ceremony took place today (19 January 2009). I have bore witness this occasion four times to date, but never has there been a time when I find it so terribly agitating.

I think it is partially because I know half of these people on the Prefects' Board and almost half of that half pretended that I am invisible (or not in existence) the moment I resigned from the Board. (Establishing PR of any sort with me does not benefit them in any way; that's how they see it.) The other partiality is due to the fact that I can see through them as I do when looking through a glass plane or a transparency sheet, and I see is something I will keep to myself and those who see what I see. x)

These things my eyes can still handle, but today something just blew over the top.

The story sequence is as follows:

1. My class (let's pretend it's x) and another class (y) were in each others' homerooms for one period. We leave our belongings the way they were in our respective homerooms and only took the books that we needed.

2. x came back and some of us found our things in disarray (some, like me, found Post-It pads with wacky messages on our tables). My classmate (A) found that one of the handles of her bag had snapped. Apparently, a prefect (D) had been seen sitting in A's place during that particular period.

3. Two decent prefects from my class took the bag to y to ask D about the matter. A was unhappy because D neither mentioned about A's broken bag strap or apologized for it. The bag also belongs to A's mother, and not A.

4. Our two decent prefects returned and informed us that D denied doing anything to ruin the bag other than shifting its position (so that she can sit more comfortably) and even arrogantly claims, "I have plenty of those bags at home. If she wants it, I can give it to her."

Suffice to say, many of us were disgusted.

We cannot deny D the benefit of the doubt, but A's bag has lasted THIS long, and the strap only snapped after D shifted it, which is to say, after y has been in our class. (Sorry, Post-It senders. Lol.)

The very thing that frustrates me further is that she does not see the need to even apologize for it. In her eyes, those 'cheap shopping bags' like the one A is currently using to hold her books (other than her schoolbag, since there are way too many books to carry) are not worthy of her apology and time. She probably thinks that A is not worthy of her time either.

Let me tell you this: I'm not a great story-teller. People are usually disinterested when I tell a story, because I have not the ability to capture an audience, but I tell as I see fit. I was a classmate of D's for many years before, and it actually takes mere months to see her true colours, provided you are the type who is able to assess 'sincere' and 'insincere' almost naturally.

Put it this way: even if you did not 'do anything to it', at least show some concern or even come to x to ask A about the matter.

You are only human.

Do not act like you are a notch above everyone else, because you are not.

The Carmenata.