
I walked back home after a long hour of teaching the students. Usually, I drive my brother's car and sometimes he would pick me up from the school. However today, I have to walk back because he has to go somewhere so he has the car.
At about 6.25 p.m. I walked out the school. The ambiance was very familiar. The students ran here and there, the parents' car passed by, the noise and everything. For a while, I was hold back to the time when I was about the students age. This was it when I went back home about ten years ago. Nothing has changed. The 'apek' still sell his Popsicle in front of the school. I still see the lady bus driver with her huge bus ( but her bus is getting older and rusty). What missing... are my friends who walked this dusty road back home together with me. With our heavy school back we still could run to tease each other. I still hear their chatters, their laugh. It made me feel so lonely. How I wish I could turn back time.

I walked and walked as I passed by the students. They were greet me happily. Along the way till the junction to my house. I talked to myself... this were the students whom I scolded just now, instead... they still greet me. How innocent? No sign of hatred. No vengeance. At once I felt glad I AM A TEACHER.
Deep in my heart, I do not want these students to have life I had before. I want them to change their life for better. Yes... there is a house, but has no proper electricity and water supply. There are friends... but they are dropouts and work only as coolie. Not a good example. I only hope for a few people to change this phenomena. And I'll be proud.
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