Just one of the days. I get up at 6 o'clock. I wash my face, have my breakfast, brush my teeth, comb my hair and then go to school.
The school is not very far from my house. But the way I usually get to go to school is very annoying. I often have to wait for nearly half an hour. And when the days pass, it becomes worse. Today it gets the best of me. The bus slowly comes along. I get on. You can imagine that, when I get on it, I give my all to have a choice to get off immediately. But I cannot. The bus is so crowded that I feel like a fish in a full fish pool at the wet market. But even the fish doesn't have my feelings now. I feel that I cannot breathe anymore.
When I get off the bus, I feel better. That feeling doesn't last long. Very soon, I realize I am standing beside a line of stalls and the stalls are crowded by a lot of people. There're not any spaces for me to move around or even get out of that crowd. For more than one reason, I protest the ideas of locating schools next to markets.
It is not a wonderful day for me and my class. The reason is very easy to see if you look at our timetables: Tuesday: computer science/ maths/ maths/ geography/ philosophy. That is the most badly formed timetables I've ever seen.
You cannot imagine (even I before) that all the equipments we need for a Computer Science class is a book, a pen, and some papers. The book is a thing that give us the reasons why IT is so important, give some directions to use the Words, Excels, IE that we really know three years ago. It teaches us how to use the operating system (oh, my God) MS-DOS. Do the writer really know that nearly all the world use Windows or Macs or Linuxs and he (or she, maybe) also do not use MS-DOS to write this book.
It's enough to describe the book. It's now the papers' turn. You can look at the papers of the students at the front desk that are nearest to the teacher. Clean, aren't they? Pick up the first sheet and you can see the sheets behind. Not the lessons are written on it but games or letters or bills. Yes, bills. Some students see it's much more useful to calculate their shopping prices than listening to the lectures. It can show you that the students behind them don't note anything on their sheets. And their books (now the books) have another function to hide theirs sleepy faces from the teacher.
The teacher is often called CSP (Computer Science "professor"), which can show how boring her lectures are. By some ways, she give us the thought that if she use the computer, she will turn it into the most useless tool in the world. More, the ways she spells the names of the programmes counteract our efforts to keeping a straight face. That is only thing that keeps us awake (means not very sleepy) through the lessons.
The Maths teacher is often called Mr. Potato or Mr. Po for short and secret. He is a short man but he is very clever. He is so clever that we often think he should have worked for a Maths institute not a high school. In addition to that, his ability to talk through the classes give us freedom to do anything we want because he pays so much attention to his speechs about Maths and how he studied Maths than to us. And the classes pass so quickly that when we hear the bell we even think we need more time for him to tell us briefly about the lessons and give us something to do at home. I am lucky that my mom are so good at natural sciences but my friends are not and they simply pass through the exams only by copying upper-grade students' notebooks few days before.
The person who I think should have been somewhere else not at my school is "Mr. Geography". He even not have an honour to be in an institute like Mr. Po. He's a terrible man. He seems not to have even the simpliest definition about what he is teaching. He enters our class once a week (thanks God about that) and looks around the class, sees a student who has a new coat, a new haircut or anything that is new and says: 'New, isn't it?' and that unlucky person will be called to recite the lesson. It's almost impossible, because he doesn't teach us anything, we have to study ourselves that I don't see it's something bad of my friends to whisper him or her the answers. The only thing that makes the Geography classes different from others is, instead of the empty board, we have some pictures and some maps on the board and we have to guess what it is about.
We end the day, just one of the days, with one of our nightmares, Mr. Philosophy. He is a bald man with an old 'brain' which contains a lot of old-fashioned ideas. HE always thinks that we must wear uniforms all the time (Ok, it's acceptable), we must learn without looking at the book all the time(it's good, I must say), we must be 'generous' with everybody which means we must give all our own things to society (even your lover?) and give up our own benefits for the benefits of the community, of the people who embody the community (it's possible, but in the war, it's peace now), we must stand straightly everywhere and move without making noises (we're ghosts?), we must obbey the adults even their orders are not true (even illegal?), we must not love anyone or feel something about anyone when we are at school (Hey, love or like someone is not allowed, how can he be sure that we will obbey his ideas). He is really a Communist who destroys our optimistic ideas about Communism. Is Communism the thing which bans us from having our privacy?
The head of the school once heard this song: 'It's just one of the days. It's just one of the weeks. It's just one of the months. And it's just one of the year. They're just pillows and books. They're just tables and beds. They're just sleeping and learning. And we just sleep all day at school.' The song was banned immediately. But it's more possible to make the Earth move faster so one year will have fewer than 365 days than ban every students in that school from singing that song. It's music that help us to see our lives at school are beautiful in some ways.
