
"You are a bastard!" He yelled at his student. Shocked, disappointed and filled with pain, Joseph walked out of the classroom, and made his way to the Principal's office. He couldn't hold it for long as he burst into tears. His pace gradually took up that of a tortoise. 'I just have to report to the Principal,' he thought to himself as the tears came rolling down his cheeks.
Joseph didn't even remember to knock. He just open the door and walked in sobbing like a toddler. Surprised and worried at the same time, the principal jumped up from her seat. "Why are you crying?" She asked. "My teacher called me a bastard!" He responded in a shaky voice, being unable to control his emotions. "Your teacher?" The Principal asked in dismay. "Ye..., ye..., yes!" Joseph responded. Mr Michael called me a bastard.
"He is the fifth person calling me a bastard. I would have called my dad to report, but I haven't seen my dad before." Joseph said. The Principal broke down, but took control of her emotion. " Fetch me Mr Michael." She instructed the secretary.
Mr Michael entered the Principal's office prepared to download Joseph's misdemeanor. But before he could say anything, the Principal said, "Joseph's offence does not count anymore. I only need you to explain why you called him a bastard."
"Ma, this boy is very stupid!" Said Mr Michael. The Principal adjusted her seat and sat in a more relaxed position. He was disturbing my class while lesson was on. I cautioned him, but be asked me to leave him alone. "Is that true?" The Principal asked Joseph. "Yes ma, but it wasn't just me alone." Joseph responded. "You may go back to your class Joseph." The Principal said.
"Mr Michael, if you sell shoes in your own store, and a customer visited your store to buy shoes; in the process of bargaining, the customer gets you really upset, will you call the customer a bastard?" The Principal asked. "No, I can't insult my customer under any circumstance." Mr Michael responded. The Principal smiled, looking at him, and said, "you just insulted one of our customers." And do you know, that boy doesn't know his father? Who is in charge? You or your emotions, Mr Michael? A query will get to you within the hour, and I want a response before the end of the day!
As a student, an employee or entrepreneur, who is in charge? You or your emotions?
Hmmmm.... it isn't really easy, but this is enlightening.
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