Por pouco nao acerto o olho do meu amiguinho, com a ponta do caderno.
Minha professora,a Tia Dora, vem enlouquecida pra cima de mim e me da um tapa.
Juro. Um tapa.
Chego em casa e conto pra minha mae. No dia seguinte madrugamos na escola. Minha mae bufando...
Quando ela vai tirar satisfacao com a professora eu estou do lado, ouvindo a "conversa".
- Eu nao bati nela. nao dei tapa nenhum nela.
Minha mae comeca a dizer que eu nao minto, a
- Eu nao te bati, bati, Inaie?
Meu sangue congelou. olhei pra ela e respondi em voz baixa, olhando pro chao:
- nao, nao bateu.
Eu estava morrendo de medo!!
Eu estudava num colegio batista. Essa fulana era pra ser uma educadora. onde foi que deu tudo tao errado?
First year of school. I was 6 years old. I was happy about something I can't even remember, so I stood up and swirled with joy. I had a notebook in my hand and it almost hit a colleague.
My teacher at the time, went bizarck, run towards me and slapped me. Slapped me.
I went home and told my mum. I am not sure I have words to describe how upset my mother was. Next morning, we were both at the school, to talk to the teacher before class started.
- Inaie said you slapped her.
The woman says;
- No, I did not.
Before my mother had the chance to say I did not lie, that cow who called herself an educator, looks at me, and continues:
- I did not slap you, did I?
In a very small voice i replied:
- no. you did not.
I was only 6. I was terrified of her. My blood still boils when i remember it. She was supposed to teach me, to guide me, to inspire me. I Can't believe how wrong it went...