Our lives are full of events, some of them leave good memories, but others sometimes change our attitudes. It was my senior year at high school back in Morocco. Half of my grade comes from in class tests and participation, the other half comes from the national test, which I have to take at the end of the school year. Physical education has a coefficient of 12% of my grade. but I couldn’t participate because I was having some health issues. The teacher didn’t want to accept my exemption, even though I gave him a proof from my doctor. He said that l have to bring him one from the school district hospital, I went to the hospital, but at each time the receptionist said “He just left.“ I asked her for an appointment, and then she said that he came every morning at Ham, I looked at the clock and it was 11:30am, l was thinking “Really, he works a half hour!” I left with anger. because he could be there but didn’t want to do his job, or maybe he showed up and left to his private Clinic.
I decided that l have to talk the teacher, The next day, I went to his office, he saw me coming and pretend that he have paper work, just to avoid eye contact, I told him what happened at the hospital and he responded ironically “I’m not a doctor, plus its none of my business.” I was really mad, I wanted to punch him in the face, but I can’t; he could mess with my grade. After going back and forth to the hospital, I finally made my decision, which was I’m not going to the lazy doctor. and I’m not pleasing the stupid teacher. Consequently, I got 2 out of 20 for physical education, and of course my whole grade went down to 11 out of 20.
The second semester, I attended his class and tried my best to practice. One day I got sick. I didn’t go to school that day. In his next class, he called my name and asked me to go to the attendance office to get him an excuse note. I went and I got it, but when I gave it to him, he said “Come with me!” We went again to the attendance office, and he told them that I never attended his class before and that they‘re not doing their jobs right for giving me the excuse note. I was shocked and mad, I turned red, I wanted to cry but I didn’t. He left and I stayed there trying to explain what happened, even though I knew they will not believe me. After I’m done talking, the counselors said that they don’t really have anything to do for me, and that I should go fix the problem with the teacher. I went to his office not to fix the conflict. but to face him. I didn’t care if I failed because either way I was going to. I entered without knocking the door.
I looked him in the eyes, and told him that his sick for hating people for no reason and for judging them because of their appearance, and that he was using his power as a teacher against me. l was screaming and start to get others people attention. He tried to calm me. and talk nice. he told me that it is just a misunderstanding, but I didn’t. Actually I was happy and felt comfortable after what I did, But I hated school; I didn’t attend it since then. I failed, because other teachers heard about what I have done. and judged me. I felt neglected. because sometimes they asked me to leave class for no reason. If I haven’t had the chance to come to the United State. I will never attend any school in Morocco, and even if I was forced to, I will not make it.