Author's Block

Block 1 - Bonds or regrets?

Dear reader,

Now let yourself fall into the memory hole of author's immaturity, innocence and ignorance self-way back the days of her childhood and of course her teenage years. 

(Author: YES! THAT'S ME! THIS CHAPTER WAS BASED ON TRUE STORY.)

Now, let me tell you the part where the author herself can't help to fall into the path where real unfiltered adventure starts. HIGH SCHOOL.

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I ran towards the end of the corridor to catch my friend. It's almost past lunch time and we ought to get back to class, but the dear, dear friend of mine insisted to help her in our assignment she didn't yet finish. In the end of the corridor, I followed her inside the library, where my other classmates are in. I was really not that surprised. Our class had a major issue from the pilot section/class of our batch. 

"Ericka! It's almost time. You know that we really should be getting back to class." I trail her towards the available computer. 

"What should I pick? This statement or that?" She ignored my remarks and proceeded to copy paste whatever she read and see on the internet.

As I was saying, we really had hard time coping with other section in our batch (especially the first section - the Pilot, Section A, class known where all the top students in different schools in our town combined), because as I remember they named our section harsh words similar to "loser". Why? To be honest, I don't really know the reason, I guess because we are in the last section? 

At first, I didn't believe that because I had friends in that section, but the issue reached our adviser, the principal, and even the head of our school. 

So, in the end, that section of students shows up inside our room to apologize. Our adviser didn't take that situation well enough, but it seems that teenagers are just teenagers. They said that we would have more stuff to learn so they let it off. 

But now as I roamed my eyes around the library, I can still see half of our class here so I must admit that if someone could see and judge our class right now then the pilot section could be the winner of that issue. 

What else can I do? They're my classmates, I can't leave them behind. The least help I can give is the objectives and details of the research assignment to be submitted. I admit that I had really had fun helping them out in the library, to erase that mere discrimination from us. 

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We are now sitting outside the room, just what I thought would happen. Some came from the canteen, and some are just coming from the library, after us. But I did the opposite of them having fun but instead, I observe them. It looks like they didn't care that we are forbidden to go inside the class and have an absent in the class record. 

"Maybe they are having a pop quiz!

My class record could be tainted. Gosh! Why did I ever agree coming with them? Is it that hard to say NO? N-O. Why can't you say it earlier? Just two letters? GAAH!! *Extreme paranoia*

I hope Sir Marco (our Science Teacher) could let us in whom just got late but have their assignment on time and attendance to be checked." 

These are what I thought at that moment. My friends seemed to sense that I was tense and quiet, so they hurriedly apologized but I shrugged it off. That's not going to help now, I whispered. 

By shaking the thought of what will happen in the next few minutes, I learned and know some of my classmate's funny remarks to their future selves. The one that stuck in my mind was there was this group of boys who made fun of their friend being a priest. I don't know if it was just a joke, or it was really what he wanted in life. My classmates laughed at the idea that he (John-my classmate who had funny remarks/imitations of being a priest.) shared with us just to remove that negative vibe that's been going on for a while. The gang almost make different noises across the hall, if I just didn't stop them from making one. 

Well, who cares? Now I am just seeing them happily chatting and talking about teenagers' stuff and all. Then I begin to imagine: 

What would our section be like without their loud noises right? Their snide comments and arrogance. I just love how our class was been made and I will not want to change it either way.

To my surprise, I saw our teacher open the door and lectured them. My friend whom I was with coming from the restroom, slowly held my wrist to stop us from walking straight. So, we waited for our teacher to finish scolding them a bit, and the time when he went back inside the room, they murmured in low voices to tell us what happened.

Then the chats and conversations eventually returned.

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As you can see, I was really not that perfect student back then, I cut classes, had lates, lied to my parents to go outside the house to meet and bond with my friends. Jump in the pool with school uniforms on. 

I just wanted to experience how to enjoy a normal childhood and I didn't regret a single decision I made back then, because as you can see now, parents tend to be a little too carried away with their children. They tend to give them all they want to prevent them from losing the path they are making for them, and I partially agree with that. But why not let your children decide what course they want, the business they want to take, and the friends they want to have?

Let them learn the essence of childhood and teenage life, let them run outside. Let them go out with friends. Don't keep your children in the dark, maybe that can cause a trigger something from the start.

The chains they feel,
As you robbed their childhood
As you robbed their dreams off
As you robbed them of the greatest graduation party they wanted.
I know you are being strict but 
Keeping your child in the dark makes them less likely to 
Engagement
To be lively
The social activity they must have and experience.
Learn to lose the chains! 
Just a little bit
A bit by bit
Just to let them know the words.
Limitation
Friendship
Norms
Just a little push
Pushed them to socialize.
Maybe they can learn. 
a thing or two
Coz' 
No man is an island.

Nowadays, I just can't see the fact that kids in this generation, didn't really value communication, real communication per se. The ones that use words, stories, and phrases to tell and used in conversations at every social gathering or activity where mere presence was the only requirement. 

No phones. 

No gadgets.

Just yourself. 

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ongoing----- to be updated :>>

Thank you for reading! Just my ways of removing stress in my college years, and that's by writing. ;)