Her creepy stare that I would not forget. It was like a slap in my face. I was freezing and losing words instantly and stood on the corridor in front of the teacher staffroom. Why? Did I do something wrong? Just now, I wanted to ask her personally. "Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling......" The school bell ringed, I need to go upstairs to continue my class.
I have never told anyone about this story before. Miss Law is my favorite teacher ever, who wears her lovely smile every day. Her class is full of ambiance atmosphere, which makes everyone to pay attention. "You are versatile!" Miss Law admired me in front of the class since I handed in two leave application letters for ballet and piano exams when she was my form 1 class teacher. It was the greatest motive that I have heard. The appreciation impressed me, which was the first time that I earned recognition in my secondary school life.
After that, Miss Law thought I was smart, intelligent and well-behaved. I can be learning ambassador alumni when I was a form 2 student. I was the youngest in the team, which grew me up, including teaching classmates, helping form 1 students to adopt a new environment and organize activities. Teaching is interesting, I can gain something when I taught people. It was one bird kill two stones. I love teaching. Helping form 1 student, let me knew about love and care were the things I wanted to advocate for my love, as love always win. I was not a good organizer at first, I tried to suggest the time between the activities, whether it occurred the time conflict, I need to fix it by myself. I have learned so much. I became a leader and organizer in the team. I have an opportunity to become a master of ceremonies on morning assembly. I always add some funny stuff to let students wake up in the morning. Bring happiness and spirit to our school. I was so grateful that I have these opportunities, which boosts me and be my motivation undeniably.
Although Miss Law gave me so many opportunities and opened the doors for me, I hurt her badly. I tried to figure out why. I knew something happened before the day that she stared at me. It was all about the study tour of Beijing on form 2. 20 of us with two teachers to go there for five days four nights. I was guilty after all happened. If I could have a button to restart all the things, I want to press it. It is the most embarrassing thing that happened in my life.
"Will you go to Josh's room?" My roommate gently tapped my shoulder and said. "Can we?" I asked it hesitantly. "It is almost midnight. Mr. Chan definitely was going to bed! What are you waiting for?" I rubbed my eyes and looked at my watch on the nightstand. That's right. It was almost 12 a.m. My awareness of a crisis was declining. I pushed back my covers and got out of bed.
"Tap tap!" Someone was knocking our door. We turned it to silence. What should we do? We whispered and guessed who the person was. "Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!" Another knock came. There was a hush. Josh winked at us, who walked to the door carefully. I pointed to the door peephole. He got my meaning instantly. "Miss Law!" Yay! We yelled for joy, while he opened the door. "Shh!" Miss Law put the forefinger in front her mouth. "It already one and a half. Why are you guys still up? Don't play too much." She said it earnestly like a mother. "Do you want a cup noodle? Miss." Josh said it naughtily. There was a peal of laughter promptly in our room. She gently patted on his head, who shook her right hand and gone. "Who wants the second cup?" Josh shouted.
On the next day, our awareness of the crisis was turned it to zero. Josh and his roommate came to our room for chatting. "I'm here now!" My roommate opened the door and they came in. The boys
sat on the sofa, we went to the bed. "We play truth or dare?" I asked cheerfully. "Or it only the dare?" Josh was smirking. "Is it fun?" Mr. Chan asked loudly, who walked into our room. We were shocked, who cannot believe it was real. Why was he in our room? The door was opened, which did not close. I looked at my roommate. "Be careful, four of you will be punished." Mr. Chan said it seriously.
The day we backed to school. We were called one by one to write a confession paper. "You should write down all the things you know. Write as much as you can." Mr. Chan said it seriously. I wrote down all the details of the trip, not only the day we met Mr. Chan, but also the first night. I was regret that I wrote down as it didn't need it. Sometimes, honest equals to foolish. "Miss Law attended your room before on that night? Are you sure?" Mr. Chan wanted to confirm it again. I nodded my head undoubtedly. At that time, I thought that was ridiculous and unfair why Miss Law let us go, except you Mr. Chan. I was so angry. The fire was certainly covered my eyes.
It has an old saying, "Time heals all wounds." I believed at first, but it is not convincing anymore. Time only let our pain lessens, who put our traumas into the deepest mind. Covering them in the mist, though they are not faded. Literally, they are bombs. Once you hit, they would explode.
Two years later, Miss Law and I tried to brick the wall between us and forget the things that occurred. Coincidentally, she was the Chinese subject teacher of my entire three years of high school life. I was happy and afraid when I heard that news. It was amazing that she is responsible and must lead us to get a good result. At the same time, I don't know how to face the problem between us.
When I saw Miss Law on the first day of class, I breathed it difficulty. The sweat on my hand was dripping on the ground. She tried to neglect me and avoid my eyes contact in class. After the first class, I knew I need to change the current situation. However, it was so hard to say it out. I lied on my bed and tried to figure out the solutions. Suddenly, an idea came to my head. I should be active in her class, for instance, answering questions in a funny way, in order to draw her attention. It had a big change after I did those things. She might think I'm not that devious.
The story was continued. Same as before, we became friends gradually. When I was a form 5 student, it was such an honor that I have an opportunity to join the writing competition because of her teaching strategies. Finally, I have a good grade on my HKDSE Chinese language writing paper. It is a level 5! I was speechless since I was not good at Chinese language subject. I was thankful for all the things she did, included exam tips. Let us know Chinese language subject was not that difficult as we imagined.
Miss Law and I do not have any reunion until now, as our scar was not healed yet, which only buries in the mud. Do I worry too much? She has forgiven me already. I have no idea. As we are being flooded with the surrounded things, who do not have so much time to think about, we decide to put them on the other side of the waiting list. The only way to solve, which definitely to explain the incident in person. I knew, but it is hard to do. Sometimes, we could not ever have the answer, could we? Love or perish?