HAPPY TEACHER DAY a friend of mine. Kami disuruh buat PTK malah jadi cerita.ni kiban IT HAPPENED BEFORE IT HAPPENS It’s an awful life since I entered to this terrible prison. Always feel lonely though about 300 people are around. I told my parent, I hate to be jailed. But they seemed like do not want to give a darn. I am growing up. I had finished my junior high school. I wish to choose my own life and be free like the other friends of mine. But my parent always argued, it’s for my future. The better one as they want. Oh God, when they will understand? And here I am, living in a 4x6 meter square room together with my four roommates. They are kind actually, but I want to be home and got schooled at another place, in the regular one. Not in the jailed boarding like this. “What should I do?” I shouted to me myself. I trudged my steps and went up stair once again to attend those kinds of boring lesson that I never care since I was forced to do so. The funny Arianna has never succeeded to make me throw my boring away. The silly Donna couldn’t paint a smile in my gloomy face, even she tried hard. I have to escape from this horrible place whatever it takes. I went back to the dorm after didn’t get anything at classroom. Biology, my favorite subject when I was in Junior high school failed to get my interest. It just pillow, the one, which always succeed to make me forget about these all awkward things. “I’m gonna leave, after this semester.” I promised myself. This boring always visits everyday, till today when a great teacher comes to my class. He is not the new teacher actually, he just never enters the first grade. His coming today is just to replace our Math teacher who gets off delivering her baby. He talked about everything what we were going to learn. Anything was easy to understand. He made me excited. Not only me I guessed, but all of the class members were very happy to study with him. It my first day to accept my destiny here in the worse jail which seem will soon become the paradise. He made me draw a big smile in my face. And that sadness will soon change to be pleasure. Now, I found myself feeling very energetic. Is this called life? I asked myself smilingly. Since that day, I always wait for Thursday, the day when the young nice teacher will enter our classroom once again. I miss that moment, day and night, from Friday to Wednesday, every week. It’s weird, isn’t it? But I don’t care how weird is it. It’s the only thing to make me feel like home here, in this fortress, besides my roommates. This feeling come every time I feel bored. It’s like a motivation for me to continue the life. I passed it about two months when I smile every time I think about it and every time I meet that teacher, till something went wrong. Suddenly I felt something didn’t go right with this feeling. It was still me who wait for his coming every Thursday, but now my heart beat faster when I’m thinking about him. I felt blush in my cheek when suddenly I looked at his face. It used to happen before, wasn’t it? But why it now changes? What changes this exciting to be a shame? Oh God, I just can’t stand it. Is it something called love? I don’t want it. He is almost 17 years older than me and the most awful thing is he’s my teacher. It’s crazy to fall in love to your teacher, do you think so? Now, the thing is going worse and return as the beginning when I was starting my day here at this school. I have to leave this school, not because I don’t like it. It’s only because I love this school and someone here more than I’ve ever expected. Many things in this world seemed to play a trick on me. They made me bored sometimes, then made me smile and returned back to hurt me. And I just can watch it plays me without doing anything. I will move to another high school after first semester like my planning before for two different reasons. To kill my gloomy time, I visit the library every time we have a break. And today the librarian gives me a magazine. “Would you like to read Mr. Harris writing?” She made me a bit shocked with the question. “Ow, of course I’d be glad to.” I take that magazine from her hand and open it hurriedly. I read the title of his writing, “Imperfect Time”. What a crazy start. I smiled to myself and felt my face as red as lobster to read one by one of his sentence telling about a young student who suddenly fell in love to him and he did too, but the time wasn’t perfect anymore. He was older than that girl and he didn’t want to break his reputation as the teacher of that young lady. I felt a bit nervous for no reason and soon finishing that reading. I got the answer. It is the usual thing for him to be loved by his female students since he is still young and single. I don’t have to felt Ge Er with this common thing because I ain’t the first girl who loved him. There were many also did before me. So tell me a reason to blame myself for these feeling. It happened to another student before it happens to me. I whispered my heart. I smiled to myself and thanked the library lady to show me the answer for my absolutely huge case. Now I can bury the hatchet of my teenager’s feeling. Thanks God for giving me the chance to be in love but not taking me to the forbidden thing like date. Every question in this world has the answer.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 12:34:00 +0000
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