Okay so, don’t get me started, yes I do like my Italian teacher but sometimes she prefers not to like me instead.
Last week on a typical Monday at school, I was calmly waiting outside our Italian classroom, carrying my school bag and everything I needed out of my locker because Italian was the last subject I had before rehearsal after school. I got inside the room content, did the usual stuff, said ciao to my classmates and my professor when said professor suddenly gathered us up in front of the class and brought up the topic of anyone writing articles in English. So it went like this:
“Oh… and yeah! Does anyone here like writing? In English and all that?” asks the professore.
I was kind of out of my mind that time, and since it’s not a lie that I actually like writing in articles in English (the only language I could really ever write a proper article in), I immediately rose my hand up.
Let’s call the teacher Prof T. So Prof T was delighted that someone has actually raised their hand up! But then not even a millisecond later, I saw her eyes flickering in thought between me and something behind me. Later on I find out it was a someone. She was like, “Okay, you guys can write the newsletter article for me then? Grazie.” Inside, I was deeply confused. Why not just choose me? I was the only one who raised my hand up anyway?
Turns out my friend (she’s my closest friend, but fine, she can be quite a bitch at times okay?) also raised my hand, as soon as I did too.
So she started prompting me with ideas on what to write. We didn’t get to do much in that session because we were kind of preoccupied chatting with a little guy friend of ours we treat as a brother already. That night as I got home, I finished up typing the article and sacrificed an hour of my sleep because I forgot all about it, and I though it was urgent. My very useful friend did not even bother inquiring with me about the article even though she says she’ll help with it, but you know, no hard feelings?
Now the whole newsletter is published, and…
I see nothing of any of my article in there. Not my name on it, not a single bit of word I wrote on it. Where was my Italian article about our excursion? Nowhere. Gone. Changed.
Wow I have never felt so betrayed in my entire life.