02/12/2024
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | ๐๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด!
I choked back tears, fighting against the overwhelming surge of fury that threatened to engulf me as I stepped off the ๐๐๐๏ผ๐๐๐๐
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ at precisely 6:50 in the morningโone Wednesday of October 2024. The world outside was a familiar scene of students milling about, animated conversations filling the air, and laughter echoing between the walls of the school. Yet, amidst all this bustling activity, I felt entirely out of place, like a lone island in an ocean of camaraderie.
*๐น๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐*
โ๐๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฌ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ โฆโ I said calmly, my voice steady but strained as I sat on the bus, just a few meters away from the imposing front gate of the secondary school. I carefully signaled twice to tell the driver where I wanted to stop. Experience had taught me the importance of being cautious; after all, I never knew if the driver would suddenly decide to stop well before or long after we reached our destination. My bag felt like a heavy anchor, burdensome and oppressive, weighing me down both physically and emotionally as if it held the weight of my unspoken fears and flaws.
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ป, ๐๐ถ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ-๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐.
โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!โ The driverโs voice, layered with frustration, reverberated in my ears, accompanied by the equally harsh tones of an older passenger, perhaps in his fifties. Their angry words struck me like a slap to the face, a wave of embarrassment washing over me as they chastised me loudly in front of my fellow passengers. The man grumbled under his breath, his indignation palpable, as I walked past their row of seats, trying to muster enough composure to ignore their hostility.
Shock coursed through me, the kind that freezes you in place. The other passengers turned to look, their expressions morphing into a blend of bewilderment and confusion, and I suddenly felt as if I were under a spotlight, exposed and vulnerable. โ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง โ๐ค๐จ ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ข ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ง๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ โ๐ค๐จ,โ I managed to stammer, my voice trembling with humiliation, each syllable heavy with the burden of shame.
What they did was utterly unnecessary; a gentle correction would have sufficed. Instead, their exaggerated annoyance was evident, etched in their expressions like a mark of disgrace. I felt small and defeated as if their scorn could crush me.
๐๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด, ๐ด๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฒ, ๐ณ๐ถ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐น๐๐ฒ. At that moment, I felt like I was barely holding it together, the fragile pieces of my self-worth threatening to shatter like glass. As a student intern, I had been taught to maintain a faรงade of strength, to carry myself with confidence, and to never show vulnerability before my students; ๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฐ๐น๐๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ. I never made promises I couldnโt keep, but what had just unfolded felt like a cruel twist of fate that threatened to unravel everything I had worked for.
Still rattled, I navigated my way to my cooperating teacherโs advisory class, my knees weak from the emotional strain and my nerves taut like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. Every attempt at conversation from my students felt like another wave crashing over me, each one threatening to push me further down into a sea of despair.
Minutes later, I found myself sitting at the teacherโs table, the familiar surroundings unable to soothe my anxiety, which still coursed through me like an electrical current. I fought to keep the storm of emotions at bay, each thought swirling chaotically in my mind. ๐๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐บ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐น, ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐บ๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ฎ๐น.
When my teaching partner finally arrived, I let it all spill forth, each word a release of pent-up frustration and hurt. Sharing my thoughts felt cathartic, a small but pivotal relief from the chaos reigning in my mind, bringing me a little closer to regaining my composure. ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐, ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ปโ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ; ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐, ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ, ๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐ด๐๐ต ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐๐น๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ถ๐น๐ถ๐๐.
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๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ซ: This post aims to convey the truth about the often daunting realities of commuter life, without the intention of harming or humiliating anyone involved.
โ๐ป & ๐จ by Reynalyn Caรฑonero
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