The entire class of O-levels (part 3) stood up in the respect of their English professor, Sir Jonathan Jones. As he reached the lecture dice, everyone had come to know that he had brought their English assessments; they did last Saturday, marked. He still hadn't asked the class to be seated. Everyone looked at each other in surprise.
"Listen to me, I'm going to announce your result & I don't need any sort of interruption, is it alright?" he said, flushed with anger."Sure, Sir!" the class replied.
"One more thing, as all of you know this assessment has twenty five marks, the one's obtaining less than ten will be considered fail & they are not allowed to sit down, although they have to prepare this assessment ten times without any mistake." He looked at some students with steady eyes.
"Smith, here you get, you've obtained just five marks! Your assessment is too pathetic!"."Julie, you've secured fourteen marks, they are alright"."Mathilda, your performance is not too good as I expected, only sixteen marks".
Mathilda was in the first row, as every student was standing at his seat, it was easy to keep an eye on them for Mr Jonathan Jones. While handing over the paper to Mathilda, and he saw Cyndie, in the last row, smiling at Flora."Why are you smiling? Am I telling you people jokes?" He came towards her with cold eyes."I wasn't smiling" Cyndie said."You a lie! I saw you myself"."No, I was just asking her what would be my result"."I saw you!" He said, staring her badly."Ok, Sorry Sir". "Get out of the class, you people don't know what is the temperate of your teacher!" he directed her to the door. Cyndie was startled. She stood outside with question in her eyes.
He began to announce the result again."Jim, good performance, eighteen marks"."Razin, very bad result, only 3 marks". "Cyndie, this girl has obtained highest marks in your class, her assessment is too impressive, where is she?" Mr Jonathan Jones looked back & forward but no one raised his hand. He seemed to remember something at once when Jim broke in his thoughts & said "Sir, she's outside". "Oh, that's not good, her behaviour & assessment are comparable, seriously". "Let her enjoy outside".
"Sandra, you need to work hard, you are a brilliant student, you've got ten marks", the class caught the foggiest notion that Mr Jonathan Jones spoke in a voice too pleasant even Sandra had obtained few marks.
Soon, the result was completely announced. Now, Mr Jonathan Jones began to direct the students who hadn't completed their assignments. The students with incomplete assignments were being directed out of the class. Sandra hadn't prepared the assignment too. But, something happened, when Mr Jonathan Jones asked her to be seated & started rebutting the left over students."Sandra & Cyndie" thought everyone.
Sandra was a much sluggish student who had nothing to do except nasty & hideous activities. She created big noise for students during the lecture. More, she was not having humble behaviour towards her fellows. Everyone disliked her personality.
Whereas, Cyndie was a pro-shine student, securing first position in annual examination. She had a very pleased & humble behaviour with her fellows. Most of the students wished to sit near her.
When all the students with incomplete assignments had left the class, Mr Jonathan Jons went outside & told them that they would not be allowed to sit in the class during his lecture until they submitted their assignments completed. At once, He moved forward in front of Cyndie, who seemed to have tiny tears in her eyes, questioning Mr Jonathan Jones for something undescribed. "You come in the class; you've got highest marks & mind your behaviour next time". He said furiously. Then, he came in, gave the students homework & was going to deliver the lecture when the bell rang."Result disturbed or today's lecture, we'll cope with it tomorrow", he said, moving outside. As he went, tears in eyes of Cyndie, which were perhaps waiting to flow, came out. Sandra just blinked at her. The tears on Cyndie's cheeks & Sandra's blinking eyes indicated towards the difference. An unknown difference, an un-explained difference, perhaps unknown by the person too, who made the difference himself.