As the days go by,
there are many times that I think that maybe... somehow... it was all fate?
Then I think, I'm a Third Culture Kid- I don't REALLY believe in fate. At
least, that's what I tell myself.
Classes are the same as usual- bad if
you attended them, worse if you bunked them and worst if the teachers catch you
bunking. The first of the Internals have started their two-week long 'Green
Mile', and today, for the first time, I became truly afraid of how bad cheating
is- for the people who cheat AND for the people who help cheat.Being classified
(wrongly, I might add...) of being a studious student of the arts, most of my
friends ask me to 'help' them. Normally I don't mind. More importantly, I don't
get caught. As I was in the process of helping two of my fellow partners
in pursuit of higher education, the Teacher on duty just turned to
me. At that moment, my heart jumped to my throat. I was going to be called out
in front of everyone, humiliated, thrown out of the room, sent to the Head of the
Department, and my paper was going to be confiscated. My parents might even be
called in to see how their ward was acting within the College premises.
But the teacher just looked at me, made sure that I saw him look at me and then
pointedly turned away. It reminded me of the first part of Jurassic Park (a
very popular movie of its time and even now). There was this hunter who
specialized in Velociraptors- the most intelligent of the dinosaurs. He had
made sure that the Raptor he was hunting had seen him before he went in for the
kill...
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