If Only You Had Been More Patient and Cool

I remembered you were the fattest student in the school that year. I couldn't quite remember your appearance. But I knew you were a handsome 17 year old boy.

You were very sociable and was very kind to every teacher. You moved a lot in the school compound and I could see your smile and hear your laughter every school day. I quite liked you and just loved talking to you.

I didn't know what had happened to you. All of a sudden, you had become the most fearful troublemaker in the school. You were also very influential. Many had joined you escaping classes and causing troubles during class hours. You destroyed the school properties. You fought with fellow students. You threatened the students and teachers. You smoked and you raced on motorbike. And you broke virtually every school rule and regulation.

What had made you like that? Some said your family couldn't care less about you when they couldn't handle you anymore. Some said you were yearning for attention but no one seemed to care, so you retaliated. How I wished you had been more patient and cool.

One night, you were speeding on your bike racing with friends. I couldn't elaborate the actual details but I heard you had a fatal accident; you dropped into a valley and you died instantly.

Many rejoiced at your going, but I was crying for you. If only you had been more patient and cool, you wouldn't have left us so soon.

Ever since, every school year, I look forward to seeing the fat students. Maybe it's because I am a fat teacher. My only hope for them is that they are not as imposing and reckless like you.

If only you had been more patient and cool...