Truant
I felt happy whenever I’m walking through a
street with big trees in the sides. It
reminded me to one of my unforgetable time. Well, I was a person who growing up
with with book stories. The book that I had read very influent me at that time.
Including made me being a truant. Yes,
TRUANT, especially when I was at senior high school.
In senior
high school I felt that study in class was very borring. Ah,,imagine, I had to
sit many hours while someone who I called teacher standing in front of me, and
all what I can do was just shut up and
heard. They taught me with same pattern, everyday.
Study means
when you get to know everything you wants to know, isn’t it? And that place,
the class- where I just sit down, shut up, and heard- with walls in each sides,
was not the one and only place for study.
That was I though. Then, my habbit to be absent began from here. Well, of course
not every day. There were some classes
and some teacher that I had have not much passion for attended, then I would
walk out from school. Often my friends who saw me asked “Hei…Where are you
going?” I just said “Library ?”, then I walked through, left my friends with
confused face behind.
Here was I
go. The one and only public library in my city. The best thing that I love most from this place is there were big
trees along the way through this building. When I walked between the trees
while the wind blow slowly, and the leaves felt beautifully was the best moment
for me, made me felt like I lived in a book story. Well, I already told you
before.
This was
class. Just standing between so many books made me felt happy. In one place,
felt like I could go wherever I want to go. I could know anything I want to
know. That was the real study for me. No longer just sit down, shut up and heard, and being passive. And the
important thing was, I really enjoyed it.
Well, I didn’t
mean to said that being a truant is a good thing. But I did not have any regret
for being a truant in my past because it had made me to be who I am right now.
Actually I wrote this essay as my reflection. I mean, sometime I asked myself, “Why
I didn’t like those classes much that finally made me run away from school ?”.
I know I am going to be a teacher someday. And I
really want to be a teacher. And this experience, when I was being a truant, I
would make it as a modal. I would learn my best to make my students feeI comfortable
in my class. I will not let my students
thought they need to run away from my class. I will not let my students being a
truant.
