GRRRR!

I'm a prefect, I afraid I've said it in previous posts but since I couldn't remember or more specifically, lazy to go through pages just to make sure I've told you I'm a prefect. Every recess time, I'll have to do my duty and it is to make sure the students behave well and stay out of their classroom to avoid any stealing cases.

I work in the building my classroom is, and the first classroom I go is the classroom right next beside mine. I saw them rushing to finish their history homework. I myself has an unfinished homework that time so I understand the rushing so I do nothing but turn off the fan and wait in front until they step out of the classroom. I turn off the fan so they would understand that I'm waiting for them to go out of the classroom during recess. I didn't even say a word so they could take their time and do it properly. I was so in good mood that morning but then something happen!

A boy whose name should be censored forever and eternally had asked a chinese girl of his class to turn on the fan. Every single word he let out gives me electrical impulse into my brain that I started to feel like crying. The girl turn on the fan. I hate it when I take it easy on them, not shouting loudly like;

"GO OUT OF THE CLASSROOM NOW!!!!!"

I even once sit down along with a boy (from another classroom) to wait for him finishing his science homework. I've never shout unless I need to. But this time I didn't feel like shouting. I feel the heat coming out of my body and if this world is comical, you could even see the steam out of my ear. I give them chance but they step on my head. So, I give them my usual death stare with 210% pissed off face and walk like a huge yakuza, I walk out of their classroom and I swing their door harshly that it makes a very loud sound.

The chinese girl nearby look at me with frighttened face as she had never seen me acting like that before (though I've done it past few years). The boys and the girls inside the classroom start to step out of their classroom. Not only the students in that classroom but also in another classroom and for the first time that place didn't filled of people. I don't care anymore about the classroom. Since the beginning, their classroom is one of the most hard to handle with. I'm not going to ask them to leave their classroom anymore. No more. One more week until I retire from being a prefect as a preparation for SPM. Hope it will passby as fast as possible!