Sometimes being in trouble can make your life awesome! ©

I have a habit of not keeping quiet when I see something wrong being done. It did not matter who it was done to, I had to defend that person, it could be a total random person or it could be me.

I was having my attendance being taken, by this super strict and super weird class teacher of mine, yea she was weird or maybe that was just me thinking.

I was doing some work with my partner, she told me to help her with a subject, and when my roll call came I forgot to answer. My class teacher hated me for my guts, and she needed just an opportunity to take me to the principal.

She got the opportunity then. I ignored the fact that she took everything I did in class as an act of indiscipline. Well I was standing up for being the class representative, (Or the class lawyer as my class mates call me) so I thought it was my duty as a to be class representative to stand up for my class mates.

Anyway, we were studying in our English period ( the most boring period! ) and then suddenly a guy entered the class saying that the principal is calling me. I thought it might be for the class representative thing. So I went with this slight nervousness, and then when I entered her office I saw the principal with my class teacher, something hit my 6th sense. It was telling me I was in trouble.

The principal was in her late 40’s, and yes I would say she did not look like a usual sad looking very old principal. She was elegant, and had class. I sat down next to my class teacher, and the principal against our desk.

She finished her conversation with my class teacher and then looked at me and smiled. Her smile was warm and friendly, but I was still nervous. She said some random things to lighten up my mood, but it really did not help.

“So Naina Dasan, What is your problem?” she asked me casually.
I did not know what to reply, she caught me off guard.
“What do you mean?” I asked her, or I guess she caught i wanted to say that. I was so nervous I don’t remember anything.
“Your class teacher here says that she cant control you in class…”

My immediate reaction was to look at my class teacher, yes she was looking like a devil, she just needed a tail and horns to make herself one.
“I did not complain, we just came here to discuss your problem!” my class teacher replied, with the most fake smile ever.

I bit down on my anger and I said, “I cant take anybody accusing me for something which is not my fault!” I blurted out.
“Why do you think everyone accuses you?” the principal asked me.
“Because they do!” I replied.

“That is not it Naina, teachers never accuse you!” the principal replied.

Slowly and steadily the principal got out my problems, yes she managed to do that, she took out everything that disturbed me and the best part is, she did not hate me. I was crying, yes crying a lot, the principal came and hugged me.

I think hugs melt me really fast. So I fell in love with my school principal, she was my friend. I did not attend the whole day at class, I was out. My best friend in class was there with me. I was angry, and I was sad and when I am angry I hurt myself. I did not stop hurting myself, and then my best friend called in my school principal, surprisingly, she came.

I thought it was something like I went there once and she would forget me, but she didn’t. I was with her for two periods and then my best friend picked me up from the principal’s office.
The rest of my day, I was at my school roof, staring out of the window with my best friend sitting next to me.

After that day, I never hesitated to go back to the principal’s office again if I needed help. She always managed to make out some time for me. She even saved me from getting my mobile caught a lot of times. Well I never said I was a girl who followed rules.

The principal knew I bunked (though she did not like it one bit!) but at least she loved me for whatever I am.

I was glad to finally find someone who I could share my stuff with, she really made my life beautiful. So I would say all teachers are not bad, well specially my school principal.