Those were the days just a silly toys or games were more important than a future. Needs at the moment were all that mattered. A must to attend school was the biggest worries. There was never a better day other than a holiday. Morning breakfast was a blessing but having a strength to continue for a school were considered as a curse. Left our home unwillingly for school was a day to day life.
The first bell of our school was the sound I hate the most. The sound of the bell implies the end of our liberty. Entering the classroom was deemed as sending ourselves into prison. Day dreaming inside the class was the remedy and relief for all those tensions. Thinking about what I should do after the school was what kept me moving during the whole day at school. There is nothing beautiful than the sound of the last bell. It was often celebrated with a huge noise and a sounding joy. It is a freedom bell from a slavery of books and lessons. The last prayer were sang , rushing back home chanting and shouting was fun. There was nothing greater or valuable than those moment of joy and happiness.
Having a physical difficulties which can give us a day off was a fortune. I often feel envious to those who couldn’t turn up at school due to some health problems. I sometimes wish that I could be more like them. Thanks God it doesn’t happened. The words school, teachers, books, lessons and homework were the things that irritate me the most. Singing and drawing were my favorite class. Not because I am good at it, it doesn’t require much effort to pass . We considered most of our teachers as our enemy. As far as I remembered I was never left alone when stuff like penalty or punishment is imposed. I hardly had a day I gone through without punishment at school . The day we ended up in detention was like carrying all the curse and burden on our shoulder. Lie was sometimes a good defense from punishment. It was like a loyal friend who never left us . People named it “white lie” when they wanted to make use of it. Perhaps I am the one who has the most advantages of it at home and school.
Weekend was waited with much anticipation. We prepared ourselves more than they did for the coming of high dignitaries. It was the day we have been longing for. We always wanted to spent in such a way that none of our friend at school did before. Our arrogance was what they got when we did something, a game or fun what they never did before. This was the kind of competition we had among our friends. Competing each other in studies is considered unhealthy and if we did that we are the bad guy. None of us liked to be known that way. If we want to stay loyal to our friends we don’t have to compete that way because loosing them could spell a disaster for our very own survival at school.
Time goes by things changed, we need to move somewhere life took us. A time for friend is minimized, yet we have to avoid them at some point. I wonder, could there be a true relationship among friend other than we had during our schooling time (the period from kindergarten to 6th grade)? Being drenched in a sinful world and harmed by its cruel nature. Those were the moment I wish I could rewind it and have them back. Those moment of truth and love would never come back . It was gone and things will never be the same again.
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