I currently have a student who, besides being utterly contemptuous of any sort of rules, is a cunning putaq alam. Worse, her entire family are all big putaq alams.
So basically, she returned from her weekly overnight stay at home late. Although she and her carpooling friends obtained permission to return late, she neglected to collect her outing card from the warden on duty, which her friends duly did. Come the weekend, she frantically called the warden who had her outing book because she needed it to go home. When asked by the warden why she didn’t collect it early, she nonchalantly replied, ‘I don’t know. Maybe I forgot.’
Nobody wanted to make a deal out of a minor, first infringement, but then that week also the student was late again. And did not collect her outing book again. When the warden on duty made a fuss about the back-to-back transgression, our Programme Coordinator asked that the outing book be turned to to her, and she called the student up for a meeting. In which the student apparently was rude. To teach her a lesson, the Programme Coordinator barred her from leaving the college for a month, until after she’s sat for her TOEFL exam.
She complied for one weekend, because all female students were expressively forbidden from going home since we had a gotong-royong and a hostel open house, but on Tuesday she called me, saying, ‘You know that I’m going home tonight, right? Where can I get my outing book?’ At that point, I had no idea about it – all I knew was that she wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. ‘Yeah, because I have my driving test on Thursday and I have to attend a final driving class tomorrow.’
Turned out she had asked permission from our Programme Manager (not to be confused with the Programme Coordinator), who has a toasted marshmellow for a heart and could easily be persuaded by the students. What she told me was that the PM had given her permission; as it turned out, what the PM had said instead was to write him an official letter requesting leave to attend the test. This conversation occurred within the previous week; up to that point, she had neglected to submit to anyone any sort of letter at all.
Meanwhile, I had barred her from leaving that day, causing her father to call me. The gentleman sounded reasonable enough, and I spoke plainly with him, explaining what the issue was and why my stand was such. He alleged during the conversation that the letter had been passed by the student’s mother through one of her carpooling friends, and he tried to shift the blame for the missing letter to that student. I explained to him that regardless, at this point the student was being detained as a consequence for her disregard of the rules and general rudeness to her teachers, and he said that he’s grateful for the feedback, and that he agrees that the student should spend the weekend at college.
And I thought that was it, until lunchtime the next day when the student came to see me again, saying that she wanted to submit the stray letter to the PC, but since the PC was away, could I accept it on PC’s behalf? I asked what the letter contained, and she told me it was to apologise for the uproar she’s caused. I asked her what was the point of my receiving the letter since it was simply an apology? I told her she should wait until the PC returns next week and then she should see the PC personally.
She said that she accepted my logic, but in the next breath she claimed that she needed to leave for the weekend because her maid was returning to Indonesia. I told her that wasn’t what her father agreed to do yesterday. So she called her father, right in front of me, and accused him of giving her inconsistent information. The gentleman demanded to speak to me. So I did, trying to keep my patience and maintaining a certain sense of professional courtesy, while he came up with some nonsense about the student having to be present as he arranged for her driving test to be postponed. Obviously this does not match what the student told me, so I told him, in polite terms of course, that that was bullshit, that he could make that arrangement without his daughter. It was with great difficulty that I upheld the stand that the student was not to be released under their hogwash pretenses.
I returned the phone to the student and she started walking away, only to return saying the father wanted to speak to me again. This time is was because they were going to have some kenduri – I assume for that maid, but it wasn’t mentioned by the gentleman. Anyway, by this point I was getting really impatient at the audacity of the entire family, of their putaq alamness, and I knew that the more I talked to them the weaker I will be, since they’re so practised in weaving lies after lies, so I said in a very firm tone that this was not what he agreed yesterday. I told him that to me, this was a closed issue. I hope he understands, but from my end, there will be no further discussions on this issue.
This morning, PC called me as I was finishing breakfast and trying to rush to class. Apparently, her mother called the PC and tried to negotiate the release of her daughter. PC asked me if I would be willing to talk with the mother concerning this issue. I’m very pleased that I was very honest with the PC. I told her, rather vehemently, that I was not. I told her that the entire family was cunning, and the more I talked to them the deeper in trouble I would be, since they are all so skilled at twisting words around. I told the PC that I had talked with the father 3 times, and in each of those times he had agreed to comply with our decision, so for me there is no longer any issue to be discussed.
But the PC explained that among the mother’s persuasion techniques was mentioning her connection to one of the senior officers at the headquarters. I directly asked the PC if that was a threat, and the PC confirmed it. I told the PC that I stood by my decision, that we should have integrity, that I have done nothing wrong. The PC stated that unfortunately if the issue does wind up in the HQ, the Director-General has a reputation for not siding with his staff. ‘If the issue does wind up in the HQ,’ said PC, ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if you were summoned by the Director-General.’ Of course, that complicated things, as I am a very junior staff of a contractor company. So I told the PC that ultimately the decision rests in her hands – in any case I was just following her instructions – but if the reason she called me was to ask me to retract my decision then I will not do it.
Towards mid-morning I heard from the PM that PC had indeed granted her the leave, provided that the student write a formal request, so the student was writing her formal letter right in front of the PM. I was slightly upset by that decision; I had felt that I had responded with great integrity and maturity so my superior should stand by me. Anyway, come afternoon, the student was summoned to meet the college’s Director. The Director interests himself in student affairs like this, and I hope he has the backbone to stand up for the rules and for his subordinates, regardless of the petty political machinations of parents. Unfortunately I am not privy to the outcome of that meeting, and I have no idea who I could discreetly ask.
The point I’m trying to make is, Camille Saroyan is a strong woman with a very strong sense of integrity. She is unafraid to fight for what she believes is right, and she is prepared to face the consequences. I thought that I had acted the way Camille Saroyan would have in my situation, and I hoped that my superior would protect me the way Camille Saroyan protects her subordinates. Alas, it is much easier to have backbones when you are in a fictional world, but I would be proud if I were half the person Camille Saroyan is.