Ok, enough of the soppy shit. In school, I mostly got along fairly well with my teachers, whether it was during my try-hard phase during the freshman year, or my more mellow sophomore. I never got shouted at as I never really searched for trouble.
But by the time 3rd year rolled around, I just became..meh. I was just flowing through without much resistance. Some teachers said that I had started becoming worse and my grades were lowering, but when talking about my economic classes (remember I went to an economic school) I was actually doing better.
I also just didn't care for the subjects that that didn't hold any weight. P.E. just became a glorified excuse to see our main teacher, I was actually the only one that tried caring about it during the first two years, while most of my schoolmates didn't care from the start.
But there was one subject that bothered me from the start. It was called ethics and we usually used to have it once every two weeks. It was the last two hours on a Thursday and most of my schoolmates spent it fucking around with the teacher.
Speaking of her, the teacher in question was our former history teacher. She had ginger hair, was of a smaller build.
During the first two years we really grew to not like each other. Even tough I was not sure the felling was mutual as I could never really get a proper read on her. First year was fine, I did my thing, participated at class, got somewhat good grades..
But by the sophomore year we really grew apart. She had those dumb test that demanded a kilometer long answers and had to be worded completely to the T. So I ended up with two Ds. And it looked like she still somewhat liked me, as she offered me to bump my final grade up but I refused the option from sheer pettiness.
So, going into the 3rd year I was really not interested in what she had to say, I mostly snoozed off during her classes, but I still did my work and mostly went through fine.
But in December something changed. We came into class after a month of not seeing her and she immediately was seeking two students to go help with setting up Christmas decorations. Nobody really wanted to go, but eventually my eyes connected with my schoolmate, who seemed to be at least partially moved by the idea. I felt like we had the same idea. We were like; ˝Well, I would rather be there than here.˝ And so we went.
We were on the first floor, trying to set up a Christmas tree for about 5 minutes before we heard a hoard of people coming from the floor above. The were our schoolmates. I heard someone in the back shout: ˝Good luck guys!˝ I. WAS.PISSED. She let them go, we had to come up here and help while she planned on letting everyone else go from the start. We never finished we stuck around for about 10 minutes before we simply left.
This was it, this was the first time I said to myself: ˝I just don't fucking care anymore.˝
But this was not the last time we clashed that year. She then appointed us a subject and put us in a group of two. We had to make a Powerpoint presentation. Now I do enjoy making powerpoints, It was one of the things I was very good at, but making one of them about the EU senate just did not interest me.
I wanted to self sabotage it so much, but pulling my classmate with me was just not an option. I had to get creative. I put in subtle hints, like being really passive aggressive while talking about politics while in reality I really didn't care. Somewhere in the text I slipped in a small FU and passed it off as a miss click, in Slovenia no one really understood it. When it was time for her to grade us we were met with a shock.
My classmate, who struggled quite a bit and had to read some of it from the screen was given a C to which he didn't really object to. But I, was given an A. My jaw dropped to the center of the the Earth. Don't get me wrong, I was subtle, but I was still expecting her to somewhat clock it. I didn't know how to feel.
LARA PETEK 15.1.2025