Forgiveness

I went in late for my chemistry practical session today. In the midst of rushing, my tutor specifically said he wanted to see two other friends and I before we started this week's experiment. I panicked. Well, obviously there was only one possible reason to which he wanted to see us: plagiarism. And I tried not to think about it. 

My guess was spot on. And I had this terrible feeling in me. Part of it was rage, and the other part, helplessness. If anything, I hate being wronged, I'm pretty sure nobody likes that. The reason why I felt that way was because my tutor actually thought I copied my friend's answer, which in fact, was totally the other way round. Also, no apologies were done. But I guess, there was just no point for me to explain myself. 

It was indeed a lesson of forgiveness. Not easy, but I am making through it, at least I hope I am. 

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They say I am a sensitive person. I wouldn't disagree. The smallest act you do can just change my mood instantly. Or maybe I just judge to quickly. Like today, a friend of mine held the door for me, and I was like whoa. Well, I reckon to many, that would be too insignificant a deal to be bothered, but to me, it shows at least the slightest respect. Anyways, I was just grateful.