The bell ring saves us from the monotonous, a break from the battling with mathematics. Ten minutes later,  we’ll have to get back to the militant situation again. It’s the last 70 days for the senior high entry exam, now the whole year group, are soaking in the exam papers and textbooks. Sometimes we just feel not fair, ‘cause however how much the grownups busy are, they all have the weekends and the holidays, as they got ‘stressful’ they just have a vent by being so garrulous on the pathetic students, giving us exhort all the time even our precious 10 minutes intervals.

In this special year, with the special treatments,(exam paper and textbook unlimited offer , etc.) , the lingering fear make my heart still fluttering even recalled it after graduation.

 

However , the class never been a hundred percent perfect students. If the grownups have a vent to their resentment, we must have one as well, from the recently resources, most of them are ascribe to the naughty boys in the class.

 

During the intervals, buzzing or even screaming as usual. The girls in the class mostly divide into 4 or 5 groups, chattering, some of the mates are busy copying others homework for the next period, the brotherly co-operations. Be careful on the corridor, especially the crazy running boys, they’re like a runaway horse for the precious 10 minutes. The interval after each period can be dangerous and random. I remember the boys just got community service because they playing dodgeball at the back of the classroom. It frustrates not only the teacher but the mates who want to sleep compensate for their hard studying till midnight last night. The vitality restrain under the schoolworks, which is explosive at anytime when it’s overwhelm.

 

Shortly the bell rings and drags the people to work from the disorder again, despite most of them are reluctant, including me, stalking back to my seat answering the textbook-calling.

The class leader found the piece of glass drop off form the front door, while she’s busy thinking how to sort out the fixing and no one can help it, the crazy grins occurred on some of the naughty faces. The cunning air spread to the whole class in a minute, everybody quite and being good on their seats as one of the mates put the window back to the front door.

For two and a half year experience in the high school everyone knows what’s going to happened, and the excitement begins.

 ‘‘ The teacher’s comin’,” Gary said and at the same time’’ Wake up, Jason, and put your gameboy away!”

As the teacher opened the door, the climax’s begins.

I hardly heard a sound except a pin drop on the ground, and being a good operator I tell my self not to laugh too much to ruin the plan.

………..

As an act of the God, the surprise occurs on the teacher’s face(because of the silence) and the whole class’ faces.

The glass didn’t fall off.

Suddenly the cry out and feet stamping burst out in the air. Why?? We tried to put it back and in some way we found the glass is going to fall down anyway…....!!

The teacher spend quite a great effort to let us calm down, then she ask for the homework to be checked. She must smell something while she came into the classroom. Without blaming she starts to write the notes on the board, “Chapter 3, Worldwar2….’’

The monotonous begins, now the classroom remains the sound of the chalks saying hello to the blackboard and somehow, I could hear the soundless sighs.