It all started out in the morning. My close friend Ian had come up with a outrageous request. I was his close friend, and the class knew
the "power" he had. We all wanted to get into good books with him. He
had a particular charisma of which could get people to follow him. I have had
enough examples of class discrimination by him. Nonetheless, I treated him as a
good friend, because I believed that he was a nice guy. Silly I was. He came to
me discreetly that morning. He asked me for help. Thinking that it was just
asking me a Chinese question regarding the class test later, I accepted
immediately. But it wasn't what I thought it was. He asked me to allow him to
copy my answer during the test. I was stunned. He may be my good friend, but
should I? I told him that I needed the toilet. Then ran out.
I was split between
the 2 decisions. To help or not? If I didn't, he would have spread rumors of
how "nice" I was to turn him down. But if I did, I would have been
acting against rules, and even my own guiding principles of black and white. I
splashed some water on my face, looked myself into the mirror. I had a decision
to make. A hard one in fact. I told myself that I should not do so, but then
the thought of getting discriminated and ostracized scared me. I went back,
still thinking, but when I talked to him, for some reason, I said, “Ok”.
As the paper was given and we started attempting the
questions, I found the paper a piece of cake, quickly finishing half of it by
the first 30 minutes. I took a quick glance at Ian, struggling he was. Just
moments later, he started knocking his pen on the table, out of irritation, I
turned to him and stared, only to see him pointing to page that was totally
blank, asking me for the answers. I thought, and stunned, for a few seconds,
and passed him the paper, “Here. Quick,” I whispered. I used my question paper
as a cover, to think that the invigilator would not realize. Yes he didn’t, but
it was the head of department that was making her rounds that did. “Hey! The
two of you!” Her alarming voice broke the fragile silence of the class, heads turned
to the back door to look at her, with the exception of 2.
I was filled with guilt, this sacrifice for him was not
worthy in any sense. I stood with my heads facing the ground, thinking and
regretting my actions. And here went my test results, and my reputation. I didn’t
know how am I going to face my parents when they get informed. Why did I only
think of pleasing him, and making him happy, resulting in myself making such a
grave mistake and sacrifice? It was not worthy. At all.
P.S. This incident is NOT true.
P.S. This incident is NOT true.