Feelings are the top reasons why we say something we don't want to. Extreme emotion pushes us to shout the words inside us, but sometimes not all we say is good to hear. We always depend on our own opinion and perspective, not considering others and the reason behind things.
"Wake up! You might be late at school. "- my mother tells me when I'm still sleeping, as she plays the role of walking alarm clock in my morning. Oh, it's Monday. Again?! Time run so fast! I'm not in the mood to go to school today, I mean every day. I'm in grade3 and I don't like to study all day long. I hate school. And maybe I'm one of the pupils who come to school just to have their allowance, to be with their peers, and just for them to be called "student".
With drowsy eyes, I go the dining table to take my breakfast. I see my mother who is gracefully set the foods and she looks even more excited for me in going to school. As I stare at her, I realize that my mother never fades. She still dressed in her apron called "simplicity," shines with her ladle called "Felicity," blooms with her fragrance called "dignity," and still known for her pleasing personality. She's beautiful with her long shiny hair, you can also notice some signs of aging on her face but as she smiles, she can conquer everything. But not my interest in school, even she cooks so great it doesn't change the fact that I hate school.
"Piiip! Piiiiipp!"- my imagination stop as I heard my service outside, it is already time but I'm not prepared for school. Today, I'm late again. I'm tired of going to school, listening to my teachers, having the lesson, making assignments and projects, and taking the test. Is it tiring? Of course, it is. In the age of eight, I imagine my whole school life, three years at preschool, six years at elementary, another six years at high school, and if ever, other several years at college. Imagine, in more than 180 months, 782 weeks, 5,475 days, 131, 400 hours, 7,884,000 minutes, and 473,040,000 seconds that we spent studying, what we will gain? It's a major waste of time.
After I stare at my teacher while she's talking in front of the class in the whole morning and take the quiz which I got the second to the lowest score, I proceed to my tutor's room to take my lunch and to start our daily session. See? Even my break, I'm still studying. They even gave me a vitamin syrup called "Memory plus", and I take it every day. That's how my parents show their eagerness for me to learn. Am I fool? Well, maybe.
In the afternoon, I have few minutes to play with my classmates. We decided to play "paper dolls" and "text" a mini card game. As we play, I notice that my text decreases! And unfortunately, I lose everything I have. That's unfair! I think they fool me. "Give back what all mine! I don't want to play! " I said but they just show their tongue and raise their finger forming a letter 'L', saying "bebe-bebebe! Loseeer! " I'm so angry that time so I pull their hair. They do the same thing on me. We are in that situation when our teacher came. She calls our parents that very moment.
"I'm very sorry ma'am for what my daughter did, please don't bring them to the principal's office," my mother is now begging our teacher. It's not my fault! After they talk with the other parents, we go home. Now, the eyebrows of my mother are meeting each other. It's quite obvious that she is so mad at me. As we reach our home, she asks me with the loud voice "what happened to you?! Is this what you learn in school? To fight with other students? ". I just remain silent. But deep inside I'm screaming my anger. She keeps on asking me several questions that I don't understand, but all I know is she doesn't know how it feels to be a student who is tired in going to school and doing such educational stuff every day.
"Education is so important! We don't steal the money we use for your study so please, be responsible enough! " her words hurt me. I'm so tired in school and I just play now I'm irresponsible? Who says I want to study?! No one! They just push me to do so. I can't take this. Strong emotion pushes me to face her and raise my voice at her. "Who told you that I want to go to school?! I'm so tired doing everything! You push me there? Now, go take my bag and you study there! "
One... Two... Three... A moment of silence. After I said those words, my mother suddenly stops. She just looks at me with pain. Little drops of tears fell from her eyes. What have I done? Seeing my mother cry makes me feel that there's a fragile thing that is broken in small-tiny pieces inside me. That very moment I realize that they just want the good for my future and the key to success is education. Going to school is for knowledge, that I can use for a brighter future. But it's too late, I already hurt the woman who cares for me a lot. I apologize for what I've done. Because of what happened, I promise myself that I will never do things that make someone hurt and I don't want to say again the words "it's too late. "
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