This break time feels long when only fifteen minutes usually when i see the kids playing basketball can only be with one game is up and what is possible because I enjoy this rest time, just eating and talking to each other in the cafeteria when I see the clock turns out to be more than the rest time "oh my goodness I'm late I went into class" I immediately rush into the running class through another class that has started learning and the students who are in In another class looking at me as if they knew what was going to happen after this to me. until another teacher pauses to explain the material. I ran and finally got to the front of the class and my hands slowly opened the door because I didn't like knocking on the door after that class was empty and I was confused by all this but there was a loud laugh from the direction of the basketball court, I turned with my hands still holding the door.
Before that this habit has to be passed first, punishment if a student is late in the lesson hours, the punishment is singing the national anthem but because it's a sports hour yes I was told to run three rounds of basketball court with a heavy heart all this I did under the blazing sun, I understand because this is a risk if it's late and this is the first penalty I received in high school. the round made the body full of sweat and I went to the kids with my breath swelled, after which, I was only allowed to take sports lessons.
This time, I went home not with my brother he came home first on public transportation, and this is the first time I've come home alone and I'm not the dream of men in Indonesia either, I mean I don't feel myself beautiful so there won't be a man who will tempt me on the way home, I feel safe if I go anywhere by myself from night out because I'll be mad if it happens. The bus is a good choice for in addition to being cheap for students because it is given a discount and also in this hour it is not too crowded. Waiting for the bus at the stop while feeling the beautiful sky in the afternoon while listening to music using my outdated music media player and earphones I bought at the night market in the second grade of junior high school. Although the goods have been long but very durable until now I use. I actually want to buy a new one but I'm ashamed to ask parents about it. Listening to songs I love old rock bands like gun&rose accompanied me home while I was on my way home on the bus. For me listening to music can take away the boredom that exists and I'm also my reason that no passenger has asked me to talk on this bus. Staring at the skeletal rust of an old bus and the driver waving in the wind through the dull window vents with stickers attached to the windshield of the old bus.
