I lost my rag a bit, told the girls to quit moaning and Jim to not expect me to do his work for him. Jim went really pale, then red. 

I thought he was going to cry and then he walked out of class. I was like, 'what did I do wrong'?  The tutor came up and asked me what the matter was and I said I didn't know. The girls just sat there looking at me, not saying anything, but I could see them thinking I was horrible and I could see the tutor thinking the same. That class was rubbish after that, no one saw Jim again that day. But the following day Jim was back, he avoided me and I was glad, I thought him stupid, I stuck with my friends as much as possible. A few weeks later though, I heard through the grapevine that his Mum had been seriously ill around the time of the class where I'd rounded on him. I felt a bit bad when I heard, I realised that I'd perhaps misjudged him - misinterpreted his quietness and thought him stupid - when he was actually, perhaps, sad. A prejudice reinforced by what he looked like, a bit of a geek, a "Billy-no-mates".