Truant

                                                  

                                                                        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.