My New Old School (Part 2)

It was a Friday assembly, meaning it happened on the basket ball courts instead of the small, stuffy auditorium. As usual, no one paid any attention to what the teacher said and were in a world of their own. I was busy studying the back of my shoe when my head started spinning. I felt sick and wanted to puke. It wasn't the first time this was happening, and I wasn't going to let it happen again. I made myself stiff and tried to stay upright. Black spots appeared in front of my eyes. Oh no. I was fainting. Again.
 Fainting is a lot like falling asleep(must be why I'm so good at it) on the couch and finding yourself in your bed the next morning. Except, here, the couch is the basket ball court, the bed is the sickbay, the next morning is 30 minutes later and falling asleep is fainting. See- so similar.
Apparently, I hadn't got enough of the teasing because I went and fainted again. Even then, in second grade, I knew that I would never hear the end of this from my friends.
Well, at least people remembered me. Even if it was because of my fainting skills.
I had a tough time convincing people that I have fainted only twice in my life, and no, I didn't leave school because I fainted so much. Apart from that, though, the next few days were quite uneventful. They were spent repeating my name to every single teacher who came to class and awkwardly sitting in a lonely corner during break times. Everyday was pretty much the same- but that was okay. The crazy familiarity of it all was still sinking in.
I wouldn't have wanted to change a thing about how things were going, but my ever-so-thoughtful class teacher most certainly did.
One day, when we got back from PT, there was a note on the chalkboard about an assembly to be presented by our class and a few names of those people who the teacher had chosen to participate.  Although it was rare to have your class put up an assembly, as there were so many classes in the school, I ignored it. Maybe it was because I though I would have little to do with it, being the new girl. Oh, how wrong I was.
I absolutely detest getting attention for these kind of things. I don't mind dancing or singing as a group, even being narrator is fine, but I HATE acting in front of an audience. Partially because I can't act and partially because all the attention is pointed at one person at a time.
So, I wasn't too thrilled when I found my name on the board, but then I thought- "How bad could it be?"
Why must I be so naive?
The Mom. That's the part I get. The Mom. As if 'The Fainting Girl' wasn't enough. Now I'll probably be 'The Fainting Mom' for a few weeks (which, please note, I was). And not just any mom. The mom who expects her family to cook Sunday lunch together. Though she doesn't say it aloud, I bet my mom wishes that her family cooked lunch too, except without her (never gonna happen, Ma).
After a few commands to be more enthusiastic from ma'am and a few unseen rolling of the eyes from me, we finally got through it. Thank God for that.
But that wasn't enough for our beloved class teacher. By now I was seriously trying to think of what I had done wrong. According to her, now I was to be class monitor for a month. Meaning, I was to give the names of anyone without proper uniform, without nails cut, anyone who talked when they were not supposed to and anyone who didn't follow rules to our headmistress for a thorough busting. Great. As if it wasn't hard enough making friends already.
After that very long month, I thought she would give me a break. But no, the responsibilities kept coming. I was convinced that she hated me, but after a few more weeks with her, I realized kids in general weren't her thing. I wonder who gave her the idea of being a teacher.