My favourite subject in junior high was PE. I went all out to do sports in PE classes.

 

In one PE class there was a basketball game between Class 5 and Class 13. We played like crazy and shot the basket again and again. After the game so exhausted was I that I could not talk normally. Nor could I see well.

 

My seat in the classroom was the very first one next to the door. When I walked in and sat down, I found on my desk a stack of books that did not belong to me. While yelling, “Who put the books here?” I picked them up and threw them away. It was weird that no one responded. When I strained my eyes and looked around I found I was in a room of strangers.

 

“Oh, what f***!” I cursed. It was so embarrassing that I exited the room right away. It turned out that I had entered a room on a wrong floor. I did not take the trouble to say sorry to the owner of the desk. I wished that the floor would crack so that I could hide in it.

 

The experience haunted me so much that I turned to my teacher for counsel. The next day my teacher and I went to the classroom. I checked out the owner, who was a girl, and apologised. She forgave me. Her classmates were kind enough to let it go too. Relief settled.

 

After the incident I made friends with the girl. As embarrassing as the entire experience was, it did help me grow a lot. I stopped being rash when it came to decision making. I learned to think twice before I acted.