Prior to my newly posted story, Confession Page (by the way guys *inserts shameless advertising* IT'S A VIXX HIGHSCHOOL FIC WITH POSSIBLE SPINOFFS OF OTHER GROUPS IF THERE IS ENOUGH RESPONSE :DDD),
I'm just going to throw all of my anger into this one blog post which I hope can receive all of it because I'm tired of getting pissed.

First I won't even want to start with my classmates because we all know they're es for hating me when I did literally nothing. AT ALL.
So let's start with our dear Madam Ethics/Moral teacher.

In case you guys don't know (which I'm pretty sure only Joan or RX knows), my deskmate was under severe depression since two years ago. I'm really baffled, or to say, speechless at the trigger to her problem there, but she's still a ing depressed girl.
Attempted suicide in school last year, the probably only day she came to school back then. Our class witnessed her next at the very start of the year.
Of course I ing cried because it was really creepy, like she was literally sitting at the wall holding onto the pillar and looking down three storeys away from the concrete floor. I probably have obtained an anxious personality since young when I picture things really quickly and then random weird things come into my mind including this girl jumping off. (By the way, I'm 80% sure I'm an anxiety patient, I just need medical proof.)

She never came to school for a month after that and the originally nice to her girl (I'll just call her B1 for 1) went hypocrite all over.
Our Science teacher the teddy bear asked whether has my friend hand in her book or not (during her absence), and B1 answered, "She is gone. Forever."
Little did she know my friend came back to school the following Tuesday so her karma has paid off.

But then my friend was down again two weeks ago because she had missed out so much in school that she couldn't answer anything from the Living Skills quiz that she needed counselling and was absent again.
Two days ago, Tuesday, she returned to school, but was reluctant to enter the class so she stayed at the reading corner. Someone in my class saw her and told our moral/ethics teacher that she wasn't in class. And then there goes the explanation and , then our super annoying and egoistic moral teacher burst out:

"She has depression? Why does she have depression? How old is she? Is she even Form 5 (seventeen years old in Malaysia)? Should someone be crying at home just because she is bullied? So someone who is bullied should have depression? Depression is for those who are already working, for those who receive stress from their bosses. Is she working? No, she is studying. She gets to eat, sleep, study, even transport from her home to here, what does she mean by stressed out? Am I stressed out? I have to face monkeys like you, back then I walked miles to school on muddy roads, am I depressed? You know what, class? This is what you call 'take things for granted'. I swear to God, people, nobody is satisfied with that they have. No matter how much they claim to be moderate, humans are there to be greedy. If you don't get what you want, depression. This is this young lady over here."

The harsh ranting continued until even my friend's mother, who was keeping her company, had to enter the class to discuss about her daughter.
And our oh-so-morally-upright moral teacher ing gave her the -is-pissed face.

There goes fifteen whole minutes of persuading my friend to return to class, and look at our teacher!

"Look, class, as human beings, we need to understand each other. We shouldn't backstab people who are emotionally unstable."
The hypocrite continues about moral values, and then speaks of her miserable life.
"Back then, we had to walk on muddy roads for a mile to get to school, 8 siblings using one small oil lamp to study. We only had 60 places for a faculty in school, and only 10 slots were for Chinese, so it is rather obvious how clever I was at that time."

Oh our dear Madam Lim, of course you are the cleverest and mightiest of all time! Willing to abandon your dreams as a lawyer to pursue teaching careers and being on of the ten clever Chinese in Penang to enter that one government university.

Oh, but have you forgotten what you've always told us?
Being intellectual isn't everything, dear hypocrite.

I swear I have never mentioned anything in my life about having the urge to slap a teacher, and my very first exclamation has been contributed to this lady here.
And it's also the first time I pointed Leo fingers at her.
No matter how much I hate a teacher, I'll never, ever, ever speak of such words or do such things, but our beloved mighty intellectual moral teacher has broke my taboo.

Mighty.

Come, I clap for you.