My hand shook as I held the
test tube containing the concentrated acid. I was already well aware of what
would happen if even a little bit of this harmless looking solution fell onto
you. With my heart pounding like a drum inside my chest, I walked cautiously
towards the chemistry lab.
Just as I entered the lab, the bell rang. It was time for our physics test. Not
finding anything to put the acid in, I reached for that drinking glass lying on
the far end of my table. Quickly pouring the water in it into the sink I
replaced it with the acid in my hand. And after placing the glass back on the
table, I raced into my physics class forgetting about the acid.
The door of my bedroom flew open and there stood my father, shouting at the top
of his voice, telling me to get ready or I would be late. I jumped out of bed,
got ready and left for school without breakfast.
I was late as usual. I also had detention as usual, but today I felt a bit
disturbed, not knowing why, I tried to catch a wink just before the class
started. But just as I was about to fall asleep, the classroom door swung open
and there he stood, the man we all dreaded the most, our Principal. He told me
to follow him towards his office. I knew I was in some kind of trouble.
With trembling legs and sweaty hands I followed him to his office like a slave
following his master. In his office the principal pointed towards me to take a
seat next to a person who seemed to be an inspector. I did as I was told. I
still did not know what it was all about until the inspector mentioned the word
‘acid’. I slapped my forehead and cursed myself. I knew I had forgotten
something. Anyway, the inspector told me that there was an accident yesterday,
which involved the teacher and the acid, and they had reason to believe that I
was responsible for it. This really came to me as a shock. With my mouth wide
open, I stared at the inspector.
Gaining some confidence finally I replied, “But sir, I also left the chemistry
lab with everyone else when the period finished,” trying to act as innocent as
possible.
But the expression on the inspector’s face remained the same as he said, “But
you did re-enter the room after everyone else had left and you also put the
fatal substance in the glass”.
I knew I had done something very wrong, so I told the entire story about the
previous day’s incident to the inspector. By the time I finished my story, my
eyes were, full of tears and I was almost on the verge of crying. The principal,
feeling sorry for me, asked me to go back to my class.
I spent the whole day in misery until after school got over. The Principal
called me and took me to the hospital where the teacher was admitted. I gathered
some flowers and went to see the teacher alone. As I entered the room, my eyes
were already full of tears and when I saw the teacher’s condition, I felt
miserable, I wanted to kill myself after looking at the teacher but there was
nothing I could do.
The teacher slowly asked me to come closer. I sat beside him and gave him the
flowers and at last managed to say “Sorry”. And even after what I had done to
kill him, the teacher took my hand and replied, “Don’t worry, it could happen to
anyone”.