OBSERVE A ONE-MINUTE SILENCE

Have you ever been confident enough to chat your lecturer? I mean chat him/her up on a Whatsapp level?

Okay, let me say I broke the jinx. I did the impossible. I represented my class in a hot and brief convo with my lecturer on Whatsapp. The result, you would soon find out.



It was on a fateful Tuesday. She had given us an assignment a day before (Monday) and I was stressed out. It was a review; a critical review. I have never written a review in my life and it was already a headache for me as I was still battling with it around 11:45pm. The assignment was supposed to be submitted on Tuesday.
That evil spirit was pushing me to chat her up. I have never called her so I thought it was a nice idea. At least she would not recognize me; not even in class the next day.

Here is the convo:

Me: Good evening ma.
Her: Good evening.
Me: It is me ma. Your student.
Her: My student? Which of my students and what guts do you have to chat me up in the middle of the night?
Me: I am doing your assignment ma.
Her: My assignment? How does that give you the audacity?
Me: Because it is your assignment ma.
Her: How dare you? Your assignment or my assignment? Okay goodluck hun.
Me: You gave us ma and it is giving me sleepless nights. I want to know if you are sleeping too ma. Thank you ma.

I felt so good inside although I could not figure out where the confidence came from. Anyways, I was satisfied with the fact that I have done what no one has ever done before. To me, it ended well; at least I got a ‘Goodluck’.
I told my room-mate the next morning and he hailed me. ‘OG! You na Agba na, the woman na your babe; dey chat am upandan, you no send voice note’? Thank God say I no dey your department sha.

She did not show up on Tuesday. Fast-forward to a week later, she came in with her trademark straight face and elegance. It was the last lecture before exams and we were expecting revisions.
After the first and which turned out to be the only 30minutes of class, she asked to know the person who chatted her a week before.

‘I want to know the Gladiator who disturbed my sleep a week ago, claiming that he or she was doing my assignment and I was supposed to be up because of that’
The whole class bursted into indistinct chatter and the murmur was already turning into noise until she calmed us down.

‘I won’t show you the chat. I just want the criminal to honourably walk out of the class or else…’
Still, no one moved.
‘Listen all of you’, she continued. ‘Now I want you all to stand and observe a one-minute silence for yourselves’. We stood up and some of us were already asking why?
‘Because all of you are going to fail my course’! She screamed.

Madam gave a stern warning that she might escalate the issue if we don’t ‘observe the one-minute silence’ and every single person stood mute for a minute.

Now I have put everyone in trouble. If I tell her, I would surely carry the course but now that the whole class has been implicated, my conscience is restless. Should I go and tell her or I should just forget it? And what would you do if you were the lecturer?