The teacher's table had the best seat in the house. The window beside it gave a suburban view that was typically, well, suburban. Windy and quiet, except for a few occasional tricycles who drop off residents in the area. Looking outside gave a sense of serenity, it was as if you are being transported to a faraway place of peace and happiness.
The other side of that view was somewhat quite the contrary. Similar to a jungle, where chairs were facing at all directions with papers and notebooks carelessly left underneath them. Not even the threat of having them thrown out would scare them into being arranged neatly. Ever. Earlier, the view had the noisy buzz of children excited to turn in their papers after racing to finish them off. Not minding whether they wrote a more sensible answer, if not the correct one atleast. It was hard to contain them since an angry mood would result to a heavy heart and a headache. So the children were left alone to frolic in what seemed to be their little paradise a.k.a. the classroom. Playful banter, loud laughter, a few friendly punches were exchanged all throughout the morning. Silence fell only for atleast twenty minutes where everybody's brain were contemplating over malleability and volume. A sigh of relief indeed, for it was the perfect time where one can look outside the big window and feel as if seeing it for the first time. Innocence is definitely bliss. But when you'd turn your head and look at the faces of the children, you'd expect to see that same naivete, but would only realize that they somehow managed to lose it somewhere in Grade 2.
Suddenly the buzzing begins, because of this child doing this to that child and that he did it first.... it is a vicious cycle. Everyday, dancing to the same tune of childhood could either make you or break you. Choosing the latter would definitely mean wrinkles and age lines, so better prefer to letting it shape you into someone fun and exciting. Someone like them. After all, you have the best seat in the house. It would be a crime to let it go to waste.
The other side of that view was somewhat quite the contrary. Similar to a jungle, where chairs were facing at all directions with papers and notebooks carelessly left underneath them. Not even the threat of having them thrown out would scare them into being arranged neatly. Ever. Earlier, the view had the noisy buzz of children excited to turn in their papers after racing to finish them off. Not minding whether they wrote a more sensible answer, if not the correct one atleast. It was hard to contain them since an angry mood would result to a heavy heart and a headache. So the children were left alone to frolic in what seemed to be their little paradise a.k.a. the classroom. Playful banter, loud laughter, a few friendly punches were exchanged all throughout the morning. Silence fell only for atleast twenty minutes where everybody's brain were contemplating over malleability and volume. A sigh of relief indeed, for it was the perfect time where one can look outside the big window and feel as if seeing it for the first time. Innocence is definitely bliss. But when you'd turn your head and look at the faces of the children, you'd expect to see that same naivete, but would only realize that they somehow managed to lose it somewhere in Grade 2.
Suddenly the buzzing begins, because of this child doing this to that child and that he did it first.... it is a vicious cycle. Everyday, dancing to the same tune of childhood could either make you or break you. Choosing the latter would definitely mean wrinkles and age lines, so better prefer to letting it shape you into someone fun and exciting. Someone like them. After all, you have the best seat in the house. It would be a crime to let it go to waste.
