My Precious Duster
During our fifth grade, we used to have a language teacher whom none of us could stand. Whenever she entered the class room, she would only bang the duster and shout. We even asked our supervisor to change the teacher. After her refusal, we decided to do something on our own. So one day, we took the duster and threw it out of the window. When she came to the class, she started looking for the duster. She asked us the whereabouts of her precious item and we all told her that we had no clue. Finally she called in the supervisor. She started screaming and claimed justice. At last she cooled down when the supervisor said that she will be given two new dusters. After her class was over, we all rejoiced to see the huge drama our action caused and planned to do the same with the new dusters. But the next time we went to do the same, um… let’s not talk about that…
কোন মন্তব্য নেই:
একটি মন্তব্য পোস্ট করুন