a story in progress

Today during our debate session. A woman walks into the room and approached us.

Woman : Is it wrong for a student to bring story book to school?
All of us : Har? Come again? (all of us had this very blur look on)
Woman : Why did the prefect confiscate my daughter's story book today? Do you know I came all the way from my office just to...... (from this point onwards, the woman went all Hulk-like)
Putra : (enquire something about who was the prefect and so on - basically trying to get the bottom of things)
Woman : (Still complaining more - about her time, daughter, book, prefect)
Me : Erm, maybe there was a mix up or the prefect wasn't being really responsible?
Woman : I call it STUPID, I repeat STUPID of that prefect (and she went on complaining even further)
Me : Why don't I try to get the teacher in charge instead? (or something of that sort, can't really remember the exact words, but I did remember I kept on repeating sorry ma'am, we will try to help and uh-huh all the time)
Woman : (Still unsatisfied, she went on even further about how she will make a big fuss out of this, outright stealing of the prefect to do so and on,on)
Putra : Why are you scolding him har? (referring to me) His not even a prefect.... (and from that point Putra was on the verge of having a mega volcanic eruption as well)
Me : Erm, it's okay la Putra. Let it be. Let me go find sir. (starting to get a bit fidgety with the proceedings of the event)

After much running about and ramming into people and doors, I found Sir. After a hurried explanation, he went off to meet this lady. And from that point, it was his turn. None of our business as it should have been in the first place.

Moral of the story?

There all sort of people in this world and sadly in our already short life span, we have to encounter such people in our life - those who think so highly of themselves and keep on going on about how right they are, and how stupid others are. Okay, I may understand you may feel a bit agitated on your daughter's mis-fortune entanglement with the prefect. But why take it out on us, students??! Dah-lah storm into the room as if you own the place, you expect others to humbly bow down at your feet and possibly lick your shoes only you puas when in the first place we have no idea what is happening, while still trying our best to ease out the tension ?

During the entire incident, I wasn't the very least angry at her as all I had in my mind was; Oh shit, oh shit. Gotta diffuse the bomb. Gotta diffuse the bomb. So fine-lah, if you can act as the rational adult over here, then someone has to be the sensible one.

And as if it wasn't enough, you have to drag in Sir's name as well (referring to Mr Fletcher over here) about people isn't polite enough to wish you a Good Afternoon (as if you had wished us when you first storm into the room), and about how STUPID and SENSELESS things are.

Oh for the love of God I say. (me being pious over here)

Spare me the drama!

Take it somewhere else.

The only victim of the entire event wouldn't be me nor any of us. Heck it won't be the school or teachers. And NO it wouldn't be wasting someone's precious time and energy to come to school just to settle a case of a very, very expensive story book bought at MPH being confiscated (which by the way is IRRELEVANT). I wonder did the mother actually considered the daughter's feelings amidst all this drama? Is it something she want for her daughter to be in a dilemma or to be stuck in a supposedly big fuss matter? How about the feelings of the daughter? Any thoughts on that?

No? Doesn't matter? I know what's best for her?

Fine then, I might just be another student who doesn't have right to say this, but thinking back on how the event unfold, how we reacted and how you over-reacted, can anyone honestly say you are in the right and what you did was appropriate or S-E-N-S-I-B-L-E enough for a full grown adult who is cable of rational thinking?

I have no qualms about it as much as the next guy beside me does. All I know it ain't worth the effort to be offended or angry about. Being the crazy bunch of teens that we are, we will just laugh it out while making jokes at it (some which might not be suitable for the U-rating) and be done with it.

Now if only it can be that simple in the first place..