Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Sunny

"I want to die. Right now, right here!" I yelled.

"Are you sure about that?" Shiela asked me right after.

I shake my head. "No! I will just die now, right here. Then, wake up after this subject ends! This is so tiring. This is not physical education anymore. Just physical, no education anymore!" I replied.

It is our P.E and here we are, not tackling our lesson and making us run for about half an hour now. I do not know anymore if this is part of our lesson or if it is just our professor making fun of us. It's been a month since we started doing this the hard way.

"Just faint and I will do the rest," Shiela suggested. "Or should we tell him that you are having a hard time breathing because you have asthma? You know, the typical reason if the subject is P.E." She added expertly.

"We both know I cannot act," I answered back. We would be dead meat if our professor caught us lying in 4K, right? "Why don't you just do it? You can do it." I told her with my full support expression.

"Right, I can do it. But why am I asking you to do it?" Shiela asked. "Let's do this. After counting up to 5, I will fall down and say I can't breathe anymore. You just have to call Sir and tell him what I told you. Are we clear?" Shiela added.

I nodded my head back. Shiela started to count slowly.

"3...2...o―"

"Sir! Marco's leg just gave up! He can't run anymore!" We heard Jihan yell and saw Marco lying down on the floor.

"It looks like we don't have to do it anymore," I told Shiela and received a nod from her. "Is Marco really in pain or what?" I asked.

"You have been just running for half an hour. You can't do it?" Our professor said nonchalantly.

After hearing our professor, I can conclude that he is playing with us dirtily, and I don't know why he is doing it to us. We never did anything that could make him do this to us. We understand how to respect our professors because one day we will be one ourselves.

But what is happening today is not professionalism anymore. It is like he wants us to suffer.

"Excuse me, Sir?" Steven suddenly raised his hands.

We are all looking at him now.

What is he planning to say?

"Yes, transferee?" Our professor said.

"I think what we are doing is out of our lesson already. Don't you think it is too much?" What Steven said made our eyes wider than usual.

HE DEFINITELY SAID THAT!

IN FRONT OF OUR PROFESSOR!

HOW COULD HE DO THAT BRAVELY?!

"Oh, you think so?" Sir replied back. "I still have the right to do that because I am your professor. This is our lesson for today." Sir added.

Wow. I think it is over the line now.

"Yes, you are our Professor. But that does not mean you can abuse your power and make it hard for us. We really can't put up with the lesson you are talking about. It is too much for us, and especially the girls, are exhausted. If Marco's leg had given up already, how much could the girls feel, right?" Steven explained slowly.

He did not forget to speak calmly and STILL showing respect to our professor.

"I suddenly thought of him as our hero for today. That is too lovable!" Shiela said.

I nodded my head, agreeing with what she was saying. "He is cool, he is like a hero who does not even need to wear a cape," I reasoned out. "I never expected him to do this." I added.

Steven did not say anything before about our P.E. It is like he is doing it because it is part of our subject. But today is very different. He indeed opened up on the matters we really had to talk about.

"Are you saying that I am at fault? For making you do this exercise because it is tiring and they can't do it anymore?" Sir replied, with a disappointed look on his face.

"Then, would you tell me why we are doing this for the whole two weeks without tackling our lesson? Did you record what we were doing? Can we see your lesson plan right here, right now?" Steven asked. "If you have it and I see it with my own eyes, I will let you fail us on our final grade." He added that it made our eyes bigger than before.

DID HE JUST PUT OUR GRADES IN THE LINE?

OUR GRADES?!

IS HE SERIOUS?

BUT IF HE IS CONFIDENT, THAT MEANS WE CAN TRUST HIM.

"Are you sure about that? Are you ready to fail?" Our professor asked Steven back, smirking.

Steven nodded back. "Yes," he answered. "I am ready to see your lesson plan." he added.

"Let me get my lesson plan now." Mr. Prile said.

"How many minutes do you need?" Steven asked back.

"I just need a few minutes," he answered. "Why?"

"I need to know exactly how many minutes you need. I won't let you make a lesson plan." Steven replied.

I can hear my classmates saying 'ooh'. Steven surely wants to fight against our professor.

"Then give me two minutes." Mr. Prile said, smiling.

"Okay, you may now get your lesson plan." Steven said.

Mr. Prile smiled again, meaningfully. "Get ready to fail then." he added before walking away.

I quickly ran towards Steven. "We will win, right?" I asked Steven. "Right?" I added.

Steven looked at me. "If that professor really had his lesson plan and was going to fail our grades, would you get mad at me?" He asked back.

Already, the prospect of failure is killing me. I won't get mad at you though. It is enough for me that you stood up for our section. That's the coolest thing I have ever seen. I will be just sad since he has this kind of lesson plan," I answered him honestly. "But if we ever fail in this battle, then we will ask for some professor's help." I added.

"I will go to the comfort room for a few minutes. Count the minutes he will take while he is taking his lesson plan. Wait for me, okay?" He said.

I nodded my head and watched him run away.

Marco walked over to me, limping. "What did he say? Where is he going?" Marco asked.

"He said he would go to the comfort bathroom." I answered.

"We will win against our professor, right?" he asked. "As long as we know the truth, I do not mind failing. No one dared complain, but he did. He is now getting awesome." he added.

After two minutes exactly, Mr. Prile is walking towards us with the lesson plan. The way he walks reveals that he had a lesson plan in mind.

"Where is that transferee?" he asked the moment he reached us.

"He went to the bathroom, Sir." I answered nervously.

Mr. Prile laughed after hearing it. "He must be scared and nervous that he really needs to go to the bathroom," he mocked. "I'm going to show that jerk that he's wrong," he said, making our pupils dilate.

DID WE JUST HEARD HIM CALLED STEVEN LIKE THAT?

HE IS A PROFESSOR!

AND HE SAID THAT IN FRONT OF HIS STUDENTS!

THAT IS SO UNPROFESSIONAL!

"Don't you think, Mr. Prile, that you are too much? You should not say that to your students. You are our professor, and you should be a good influence on your students." I commented.

"Are you siding with that transferee?" he asked. "You want to fail too?" he added, and he waved his lesson plan at me.

His piercing gaze on me makes me want to cry.

I saw Steven walking with our Principal. Mr. Prile saw us looking at a distance, so he looked back to see them too.

"Good morning, Doc. Abalino." we greeted when they finally reached us.

"Good morning," she greeted back. "Mr. Prile, this student, Steven, asked me to come here to witness and judge something. Is that true?" She added.

Our professor nodded. "Yes, Doc. Abalino. I think, we had a small misunderstanding about my lesson plan. That is why I got my lesson plan to show them. I did not know. Steven will call you about this matter." he said.

"So what is really happening?" Doc. Abalino asked.

"The student thought that I was doing it unfairly and was thinking that I was just making them do this and that." Mr. Prile said.

Steven raised his hand. Doc. Abalino give him a heads-up to speak. "You can't just call it this and that when the physical health of the student is on the line. In all honesty, at first, I thought doing extreme physical education was okay since I am new," he stated. "But it happened again, and I am worried about my classmates. We are always running around the whole time without tackling our lesson, and we are not recording anything as our activity. And him, our professor, was just sitting there browsing something on his phone." he added.

Mr. Prile shakes his head. "You are exaggerating things here, Steven." he commented.

"You are, look at Marco. He can't even walk properly because of your extreme lesson, if it is. If he can't feel his legs anymore, what will it be like for our girls here? They are so exhausted that they might really faint in a few more minutes. We have been doing this for a month, and that is not a lesson anymore. You are just practically doing it for your own part, and I had enough. If they can't speak up, then I can. I can't stand up to this kind of torture." Steven replied.

"What I am doing is in our lesson plan. I am teaching you guys. Why are you making it look like I am the bad one here." Mr. Prile said, definitely lying.

"May I see your lesson plan, Mr. Prile." Doc. Abalino said, and asked for his lesson plan.

Mr. Prile handed over his lesson plan immediately. She opened it and browsed it.

I am nervous. Would she just look at it and decide that he was really doing it properly?

"Mr. Prile, I can tell that...you are definitely lying in front of me," Doc. Abalino said. "Check your lesson plan again." She added and handed back Mr. Prile's lesson plan.

Mr. Prile got his lesson plan back confused and opened it. A while ago, the smirking professor turned into a confused one. He kept browsing through his lesson plan.

"What's happening?" he said. "I definitely checked this a while ago. I had my lesson plan and now it is gone." He added.

"Doc. Abalino, I hope you won't look at this and decide things too early. I know, you know I never did anything that could ruin the reputation of our school and these students are lying and trying to bring me down since they don't like me." Mr. Prile said.

"Doc. Abalino, Mr. Prile, called Steven a bastard a while ago. And it is not that we don't like him. After all, we still respect him. The truth is, after our P.E class, I couldn't help but fall asleep in our class. That made Ma'am. Bapin mad and thought we hated her subjects," I said. "I am not a sporty person, and after the whole hours of running around, it makes me tired and I didn't mean to sleep in our class. I hope you can take into consideration our situation and Mr. Prile's behavior." I added.

"Students, wait for me after class. Mr. Prile and Steven, you have to come to my office and we will know what the truth behind this." Doc. Abalino said, and started to walk away.

We went back to our room quietly. After a few minutes, our adviser came and asked about what happened. Our president explained what exactly happened, and we had to wait until the class was over.

We are all worried and scared that we might lose the battle. I am worried about Steven. He is at the office alone. We also don't know what is happening there.

Our long awaited hours turned into a more nervous state when we saw Steven enter our room with Doc. Abalino.

"Good evening, Doc. Abalino." We greeted.

"You may now sit," she said. "We investigated the problem very carefully and learned the truth." she added.

I am so nervous that I can't hear what our principal is saying properly.

"I am very sorry that you had to go through that kind of situation. I learned that he is not just doing it with your section, but with the other sections as well. Some of his students spoke up that some of them were being threatened by him, and we are very sorry about that," Doc. Abalino said. "Your complaints are all heard and we are taking measures to address what Mr. Prile did. I will talk to your adviser for a further announcement. You may now go home. Take care on the way."

"THANK YOU, DOC!" We yelled happily and danced left and right, knowing that we had won the battle.

"Kyaaah! Steven! Thank you very much!" I told him and shook him hard and excitedly. "You are our savior!" I added.

"Now you are smiling? you can't even smile a while ago." he still mocked.

"Thank you, Dude! You just saved our lives from future health trouble!" Marco said.

"You should not let it happen again. If you think it is wrong, you can speak out about it," Steven said. "Do not let them make you suffer for their own good." he added.

That sounds so pleasing.

HE REALLY DESERVES TO BE AN EDUCATOR! I AM SO PROUD OF HIM!