How I Traded My Future Career For a - 3 Hours Crush

 

So, this is about 2015, when having a crush on teachers was a big trend in school. And every time, I used to get mocked because I never had a crush on any of my teachers.

Now you tell me—around 60% of the teachers in my school were men, and the few women teachers we had were about the same age as my mom. What was my fault in that?

But one day, I finally got my first teacher crush of my school life. The only catch was that it happened during my 10th board exams.

What actually happened was—most of my exams were going pretty well. And then came that exam which completely messed up my entire 10th-grade report card.

My "Hindi" board exam.

I was feeling really scared while entering the examination hall for my friends—because only an absolute idiot would failed in Hindi.

I had prepared well, unlike my friends whose preparation was totally zero.

So I went into the exam hall, and as expected, I thought my roll number would be on the first bench, like it always was.

But no—since I didn’t need to cheat today, my roll number was on the last bench.

I didn’t mind, because Hindi was my cup of tea.

Just then, one examiner entered the class, and I was a bit surprised—because usually there are two examiners in one room.

Anyway, I didn’t care; I knew the subject.

The examiner placed the answer sheet on my desk, and I was filling my roll number and other details in a sheet when I looked up once—and then I just couldn’t look away.

The second examiner entered the classroom.

Big round eyes, a small nose, and a killer smile.

I felt like I wasn’t in an examination hall—I was in heaven.

I just kept staring at her.

After one hour passed, the first examiner came to me and said,

“Don’t you know anything in this exam?”

I suddenly came back to my senses and realized that one whole hour had passed, and I hadn’t even started writing the exam.

Like a madman, without thinking, I started filling the answer sheets. After writing for about an hour, the most ridiculous and useless question appeared:

“Write a letter to congratulating your friend on taking admission to a new school.”

That single letter wasted 30 minutes of my time.

Finally, my exam was about to end.

Just then, the second examiner came and stood next to my bench.

She was looking at my answer sheet—and I was looking into her eyes.

Then, in her sweet voice, she said something bitter:

“This box in the advertisement was supposed to be drawn with a pencil, not a pen.”

Hearing this, I couldn’t contain my happiness.

The beautiful teacher—whose glow could put even the moon to shame—had spoken to me.

Out of the entire class, she spoke only to me.

In that happiness, I forgot that half of my exam was still left.

Anyway, time was over, and my answer sheet was very rudely snatched away by the first examiner.

But the good news was—I passed.

Though, because half my exam was left incomplete, my total marks were low. And I had to take admission in a college where the teachers were even worse than my school teachers.

Sometimes it felt like I wasn’t in college at all—I was in an old age home.

"If you made it this far, you're as crazy as I am. 

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