Y G O L O I B

Kriiingg * bell rings*. 5sc1 students sigh, knowing what they have to face next. A student, fairly tall and muscular, sitting at the back row, exclaims " Yes!!! It's relief period!!" A few other students shouted " SHIT!! Pinjam me your peka!! I haven't copy yet!" After a few minutes later, everyone trudged wearily, grudgingly down 2 flights of stairs.

On reaching the second floor, they turned to the right, and saw that familiar yellow door that leads to a labroratory. You know what is it. The students took their seats. There was noise everywhere, everyone was doing their own stuff. Then the infamous teacher came in. As expected, the students heard " STAND UP CLASS!" Most of them stood, while some remained sitting defiantly at their seats. The monitor waited for them to stand, but still they pay no heed to him. A student, not wanting to remain standing forever, shouted out the greeting "GOOD MORNING TEACHER" and a chorus of voices followed. The monitor gave the student a venomous look. He did not like his kewibawaan as a monitor to get tercabar. The teacher, a fairly short lady with round spectacles, seemed oblivious to anything and everything. Her face bore an impatient look.

(with a slang) "Yesterday 5 sc1 already passed up their peka. Where are yours??"
An uneasy silence followed. Some students were still hastily copying their work. The teacher, as if driven by some weird impulsive force, switched off the fans, but left 2 fans running. Yes you can guess it, she wanted the wind all to herself.

"Walawei no electricity again?? What stupid school!"
"Oi you stupid issit.Didn't you see the two fans spinning ah? Bodoh sial"
"Ciko teacher off the fan. What's wrong with her? Siao ah"

Unfazed, the teacher started to teach. 5.....10.....15..minutes... At first the class was quiet. As time stretched on, the voices of bored and tired students began to rise. The heat was rising too. One student, wearing spectacles, who bore a different hair cut that particular day, started complaining about the heat. The student sitting beside him ignored him. He found a part of a broken plastic ruler and started fiddling it. A Chindian sitting beside him, started rubbing his ruler with a handkerchief and tried sucking bits of torn paper, but to no avail.

"This is what we do to keep our sanity during this period." he said to the student. The student, looked behind and was not surprised by what he saw. Everyone was doing everything that had no connection to what the teacher was teaching. There were people talking, sleeping, or even studying another subject. It was as if they did not care anymore. Only a few front row students were loyally listening to the teacher. The student began to rub his eyes. Sleep was overcoming him. "There's no hope in this subject. What a waste of time." he thought to himself. Suddenly the student looked up. He saw a slogan pasted on the top left corner of the labroratory:

Datang dengan harapan
Pulang dengan kejayaan

"How ironic." He sighed.