Scarred

Earlier on this week Andre came on a trek with me to POW hospital. On the way to the main foyer who do you think we happened to see by chance? It was that dumb facilitator who failed me last year when I was at RPAH. What were the chances? Why wasn't she at home looking after her child? When I saw her I instantly remembered all the pain she put me through and gritting my teeth, I held onto Andre's backpack and stopped him from entering the same elevator as her. She saw me but paid no extra attention - perhaps she failed so many students my face was not special enough for her to recognize. I wanted to scream profanities at her but somehow I was able to control myself. I then explained to Andre who she was and it was at that moment it hit me - there is a slight possibility she would be facilitating again.

I don't know if this is hatred or fear that I am experiencing. I thought I would be able to drop the whole issue... but seeing her again renewed my anger and frustration. It seems she has really left a scar in my memories. All I can do now is wish I won't see her ugly rotten face anymore... because if she DOES somehow fail me again, I might be going to prison.