A Turning Point

Walking past the corridor, I saw a student being punished, and I couldnt help but be filled with nostalgia, bad memories. I in like manner was once caught up in such an embarrassing situation, being punished and disgraced in see of my entire class just because of my brilliant idea which went wrong.While I was in high train Year 10, like everyone else, I was in a celebrative mood jumping for joy, as it was the last hebdomad of school before the long school break. However, our laughter and happiness came to an abrupt halt as the fashion teacher of our class Mr Mann entered the classroom. The entire class groaned and became tense on seeing the stack of red composing cards he was carrying. My stomach churned as I already knew that I did not excel in my exam, having failed most of my cognition subjects as I really detest being in a science stream class instead of arts. Reluctantly, I dragged my heavy feet to the front and alsok my report card when my name was called step up. I kne w it, I said and gave out a loud sigh when I saw my far from stately results.Mostly were inked in red. Old fashion type of school but yes, my teacher insisted on our parents speck on the report card for every exam and I could smell the trouble burning awaiting me at home.I knew I would be punished therefore, everywherewhelmed with fear, I came out with this brilliant idea which is to forge out my parents signature. Everything should be fine if I play my cards right, I said to myself. Next day came D-day, try to stop trembling like a leaf while handing up my report card, Mr Mann glared at me. Everything was over when he twitched his eyebrows and questioned me, I was caught red handed. He firmly admonished me in front of my whole class. Drama was develop before me just like in TV shows. He was hell bent on make a lesson to be learnt to the entire class out of me.Well, do you have anything to say? asked Mr Mann, in his tame and calm manner.I blushed and stood sheepishly as my c lassmates roared in laughter merciless. Helplessly I stared at the radical fully embarrassed, with eyes filled with tears hoping it to finish up as soon as possible.Yet that wasnt the end of the horror, my parents were called and now it is a total game over for me. Well, I had to face the medicament. My parents are loving and affable but once in a blue moon, like a volcano, they eruptYou are grounded for a month said mother.Your allowance is in addition going to be deducted added father.Im sorry, thats all I could afford to say while tearing up.Looking back at this though it is just two years back, I saw how much this incident had taught me. It taught me that honesty is always the best policy no matter what happens. position aside my studies just because it is not something which I prefer over sports do not benefit me in anyway. Cheating does not bring nor benefit me but only brings out more trouble. I also realized that my parents always wanted whats best for me. Giving me lo ads of education in terms of academic, sports, music and even computer lessons, I never knew it could be that useful in building up a strong character and confidence in me. Most importantly my future, in who I want to be and what would make them proud. The lessons I learned from this incident has enriched my life and made it much more meaningful in which I promise to strive in studies and also sports. As saying goes, its always never too late.