A Terrible Day on Monday
It was a terrible day. On that Monday morning I woke up very late about 6.00. I took a bath and changed into my school uniform quickly. Then I had my breakfast hurriedly. I run to the bus stop after locked the door. I had been waiting the bus for a very long time, but why they did not come? Forty minutes later, a bus took me to the school and I realized that I had forgotten to close the window. For the love of God, I could imagine what my parents would say when they were back to home.
My school held a flag ceremony once a week every Monday from 6.50 until 8.00. It was 7.15 and I was late again. As usual I had to stand in front of the gate with the other undisciplined students. Actually most of the students included me thought that it is a waste of time. Even though teachers had been saying that it is media to build nationalism and to respect heroes struggle against the invaders, in fact it is not enough. Students usually do not respect when the teachers are talking in front of them, not only in flag ceremony but also in the class. So, how can the students respect the heroes struggle?
After the flag ceremony was over, the first lesson was started. It was Mathematics with some of homework and fortunately I brought the assignment book with me. The first lesson went well. And some hours later, it was time to the last lesson, Tax Administration. It was the most boring lesson. No day without recitation, and I hated it very much. That day, the teacher did not come. Our class leader went to the office. He brought bad news when he returned. The class was not empty but the teacher accidentally came late to give sudden exam. My classmates were busy and I was too sleepy to read the book. I tried to stay awake but finally I overslept until my seatmate woke me up in the middle of the test. I had not learned anything so I answered without thinking.
My friend and I ate and talked a lot in the canteen after the test had been over. Then we went to the different bus stop. Yes, she was my acquaintance in vocational high school and her home was so far from me. I took a bus at 4.20 and kept my bag in my chest due to the crowded. I just stood and focused chatting with someone on my phone. Suddenly I realized that a man was squeezing my behind. I could not do anything except elbowed him spontaneously. He moved his hand and got off the bus at the next stop. I was shocked, angry, and embarrassed. I cried silently all the way home.
"I am home," I said cheerfully. No one answered. Nobody was home. My parents had been working all day and still had not returned home. I opened the door and remembered about the window. "Nothing lost, thank God."
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