“What? Do you want to drop out the course due to my sloppy remark?”
“Yes, I very much do. I’d love to drop out the course immediately, for I am unfamiliar with what you’re teaching. If I can’t write what I truly think, it’ll be tantamount to fooling away my time. I refuse to participate in a farce. Furthermore, I’ve already fed up writing what you love to hear. I would rather write what I truly think in order to improve myself. You always teach us that we have to find some credible statements to support our opinions first, but it’s a sheer absurdity. In the first place, one must understand what his opinions are and try to figure out them from his own stand point of view. And then he should find some statements that support them. Above all, he must write what he truly thinks. Your teaching is authentic trash, I suppose.”
Her face was now becoming ugly by tantrum – her eyes glinted vengeance. She stared at me spitefully and blew up, “Okay, you don’t care about audiences. You obviously write to only yourself; your whole audience is only yourself. You only care what you think of; you don’t give any shit to what other people think of. I strongly recommend that you shouldn’t write essay or any kinds of writing, since you only care about your own opinions. Why don’t you start writing a diary? I suggest you should start writing a diary to amuse yourself, so that you’ll be a solo reader.”
“Yeah, it might be a good idea,” I said sarcastically, showing a defiant smile on my lips. And then I brought up the subject that I must confront her, “By the way, you always gave me good marks on my past essays, since I wrote what you wanted to hear; nevertheless, you gave me ‘F’ on the last essay, that I depicted my candid thoughts. I don’t comprehend anything, since you gave good marks to rubbish essays and gave me ‘F’ to my best writing. And to cap it all, you’re afraid of my opinions. Why Socrates in heaven have you had cold feet? It’s transparent that my opinions have the power to influence people. Let me tell you something. My classmates always ask me to lend my essay to them, so that they can get some ideas for theirs; they think I’m a good writer. And also this time, too, some of them asked me to borrow my essay. Every one of them said that my essay was well-written and asked me how I could write like this. Do you know why? Because I’ve written what I truly feel from the bottom of my heart. Writing from the innermost heart has the power to move people’s minds. If my essay is twaddle, as you gave me the lowest mark, how has my essay given such a great impression on them? If my essay has the power to impress people, but you’re unable to recognize it and think it is gobbledygook, I guess that education system must be wrong.”
Here she abruptly stood up, approached the threshold, and opened the door widely. She looked at the floor for a few seconds, with her long black hire overlapping her face. And all of a sudden she shrieked in inhuman voice, “Please leave for right this instance. Shogo, you’re insulting me too much!”
I was dumbfounded by her outburst and decamped, without perceiving what just happened.