When I stepped out of the lab, at the corner of my eye, I saw a fraction tile on the floor. Some of the more mischievous boys in our class started kicking the fraction tile around and they played with it and eventually kicking it down the stairs. When they stopped playing, I picked up the tile, with the intention of returning it to my teacher. However, the tile was disfigured beyond recognition. My teacher was looming above me the moment I picked it up. He shouted: “Jeremy! Who asked you to take out the fraction tile?! And why did you kick it around!” I was too stunned for words. And I guessed he probably thought that I was guilty so I chose to be silent. Immediately, he dragged me to the staff room and told my form teacher about this incident. My form teacher then informed my parents about what I ‘did’. By then, I knew I was in very big trouble, although I did not do anything. My parents came and gave me a very big scolding without even listening to my explanation. By then, school was already over. I was supposed to write a reflection on why I did ‘that’, how I felt and what I should have done.
After returning home, I told my parents the whole truth. They finally understood and called up both my math teacher and my form teacher to explain and apologies. When I went to school the next day, my math teacher apologised to me for the misunderstanding. He also told me that he had disciplined the boys who were responsible accordingly. I was truly glad and relieve that that matter was settled and my name was cleared.