One day, Subatri and Bunu
from my class went to Damphu to participate in the annual regional sports meet.
While returning to school after the big event, it occurred to them that they
should take something for their classmates from Damphu. So they bought
cucumbers for the entire class - 11 science students.
They decided that the
next day after their arrival in school would be the perfect timing for cucumber
party. Most of the students in the class did not have the slightest idea about
their plan. On that particular day, the first class started as usual and the
Teacher left as soon as the bell rang. Second period was Dzongkha and all of us
were waiting for the Lopon. Fifteen minutes past the second period, our
Dzongkha Lopon still did not show up. By then, the class started to buzz with myriad
conversations.
At that point, Subatri
and Bunu decided that it was the moment we all needed to seize because recess
was too short. They stood up from their chairs, collected two buckets placed
behind the last bench. They had washed the cucumbers in advance, so it just
needed peeling and slicing. The cucumbers were peeled and sliced so that it
would be enough for all of us in the class. Then sliced cucumbers were
distributed to everyone and we began to munch the juicy cucumbers with
excitement. Subatri and Bunu even brought salt from the school mess, packed in
a paper and walked around the class catering to those of us who needed it.
Normally, we would see Teachers coming from our class window but that day we
were so engrossed in the cucumber party that no one saw what was coming.
Suddenly, our Dzongkha
Lopon entered the class. He saw us holding sliced cucumber in one hand and salt
in the other hand instead of our Dzongkha textbook. Most of us had deliberately
put our books inside the bag to prevent it from becoming messy. Hence, our
tables were empty. Lopon did not say anything for a while and the class was pin
drop silent. By then most of us knew what to expect. When Lopen opened his
mouth, we were scolded throughout the remaining time of the period.
Is this the way, you are
supposed to behave in schools?
Is this the way, you set
example for your juniors?
Is this the way you
follow the very classroom norms you have pasted on the walls?
What would have happened,
had Principal seen it instead of me?
We were slapped with these
questions. Lopon did not take any disciplinary action against us, lucky for us.
Moreover, the recess bell rang after few minutes to our relief. Lopen left the
classroom in frustration saying that he won’t teach us anymore. Later, we had
to discuss amongst ourselves and sent an apology letter to Lopon in the hand of
our Class Captain. To our relief, Lopon came to class the next day and taught
as usual. Neither did Lopon nor we mentioned anything about the cucumber
incident. But that day we learnt one thing among many to avoid, which would get
on the nerve of a Teacher – Never eat cucumber in the class.
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