I was brought up by a very strict father and we were not allowed to leave home unless with him. We were not allowed to participate in extracurricular activities at school nor allowed to visit friends or go to parties. Basically, we had the schedule of home to school and back. When I started working at age of 19 years, my father still insisted on taking me to the office and bringing me back.
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| olia danilevich |
Almost a year later, I enrolled in a diploma night class. The time was from evening 6 to 10 pm. When I first started the class I was as obedient as a schoolgirl, right on time, and sat through all classes. The thing was sitting through 4-hour lectures after working 8 hours during day time was boring and I was trying my best to stay awake.
Though, during those boring hours I began to notice a few things. 1. They gave breaks every 20 to 30 mins, 2. They passed the attendance sheet at the last half an hour of the class, and 3. Since we had 3 to 4 modules each semester, the lecturers cannot match names to our faces. It did not take long for me and a few of my partners in crime to cook up a scheme to skip classes. You see, there was a café just in front of our campus.
We became pros at skipping classes, going on time, getting out whilst the first break, hanging out at the café, or go roam around and joining in at the last break like nothing happened. We ticked on the attendance sheet on time and life was perfect. For a girl who was never allowed to go out or hang out with friends, I was having the time of my life. Until, the unholy night…
It was an ordinary night, I was having a blast with my friends and having soft drinks with a club sandwich. The time came to get back to class, we walked out and there was leaning against the café, my father. I remember going into shock with fright. My father was a scary man, he was my living nightmare. I had no idea if he was checking up on me or if he was in the neighborhood. What mattered was that he was standing there, facing my campus entrance, and I stood frozen to the ground. I grabbed my friend and zoomed back in blabbering like a maniac. I knew it was my death, I just needed space to dig up a hole I can fit and call it. My friend somehow managed to calm me enough to make a plan. But I was too distraught to think. I had half an hour and I had no plan. It took a while, but at last, I was coherent enough to think and devise a getaway. I called my father and told him I needed to fill out a form and he needed to bring my ID, which I thankfully left at home. He sounded annoyed telling me to do it later, saying he was already here to pick me up. I insisted that I need to submit the form that night or I cannot sit the exam. Thankfully he bought my story and left to bring my ID.
The moment he disappeared, the way I sprinted back to my campus, I have never sprant in my entire existence. I sprinted for my dear life, for my future children and grandchildren. I was shaking, sweating, and scared out of my life. I swore, never ever ever ever again. And I did not. Well. Not for a few more months…
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