Do you now imagine how long has I been walking? For me, I tried to ignore the time but, if you imagine it, that's a hell of a work, isn't it? I kept walking and walking and walking for almost two hours without even realizing that I was now walking in a much wider and much more dangerous road, where buses and huge trucks blow their polluted smokes, small cars go speeding like they were on a race or something. I somehow see some people riding the bus, with their face-masks and all. It's all because of the virus that is spreading right now. It's all over the fucking news and media. It came overseas, China, to be exact.

I found this really stupid, to blame someone because of sickness but, humans are nuts when they think it's fucking cute when you fucking sip a bowl of soup with a dead bat on it. I mean, how dumb do humans can be? A bat? In a soup? That shit cracks me up all the time but look at us now, panicking because of a plague that we also acquired by our own actions. Who is the one to blame? The Chinese? Fuck them, though. Right now, I don't care about a fucking disease, humanity itself is a disease in this world and I've already accepted that fact. I'm not even wearing a face-mask myself but, I bought a hand sanitizer so I can smell good after this long walk.

While I was walking the high-way, I met this man with his wife- beggars. They live in the corner of the road, where grasses grow as tall as a man. They look dirty but that's now a question to be asked, they're fucking beggars, for fuck's sake. But, when I looked at them, I felt really depressed again. I thought about those people on the bus, wearing masks and all to be safe, rubbing alcohol on their skin to be cleaned and all that hygiene. What about these kinds of people like them, the beggars? Don't they have the right to be safe from this disease too? Does the government only care about those people who can give them a profit? The ones who live in a house, those who work to pay taxes, and all that shit that I don't know yet? The remedy is for those who can afford it but, salvation, boy, salvation is for those who deserve it. That's what I put inside my head when the man looked at me, directly into my eyes while he laid himself in a sack placed in the wet concrete ground. I convinced myself with some psychological shit to somehow reduce the depression I felt. I'm glad that it helped.

Finally, I reached my school. A place where I go to sit, yawn, and pretends to listen. I'm not a good student myself, believe me. But, when does a student can be called a 'good student'? I always wonder about that. Are they a good student when they have good grades or when they have good morals? I once had this teacher, he's a very good one, a professional but fun teacher but, he's now on the military. He told us that he really wants to serve the military and become a soldier himself, so he somehow applied an authoritarian way of teaching which I found really effective in some matters. Honestly, he's my most favorite teacher- no, person, at that school when he was still working there. He doesn't know a lot but he's willing to learn. He's not like the others who brag about their knowledge and think that they are much better people than others because I have 'this' or I know 'this' or I own 'this' or because I am 'this'. To tell you the truth, that place is just full of phonies, believe me, it does. Boy, I could get on any trouble right now but, that's how life works- when you tell the truth, people will get mad at you. I won't tell you, though, why I say that. I'll just say that I am an observant person and I see things clearly that anyone else, I have my own point of view about things and stuff.

But, I'm still thankful because that place introduced me to some people that taught me some life lessons rather than academically. There's no such thing as a good school or bad school, it's with the people inside it, what they show you or what they make you feel about things makes it good or bad. Besides, I'm still learning in my own way and they still provide us with their service because we're paying them to do so. I might not have the position to tell all of this stuff because am I a good student or a bad one? I mean, I always spend my time wisely. I go fooling around sometimes but, when it's time to review some lessons for a test or a quiz, I do work my ass off. I stay up late at night, writing my own reviewer and all that shit and voila! The test has come and I did my best to answer the questions with the information I memorized last night but, the cheaters always have the score higher than me. Ah, isn't that great? Wasting your time, actually studying for the test when you can actually persuade those soft-hearted students to share their answers to you. I know some people and they annoy the hell out of me. They'll be like- 'share your answers with us and don't be a jerk.' It's not my fault that they spend their time doing some other stuff rather than studying. So whenever they persuade me, I'll just smile at them and let them call me a selfish jerk, which I got used to. I tried to discipline myself with, If I'm going to fail on a test, I'll fail because I forgot the answer, not because I didn't know the answer. It's very unethical though, how they got much higher grades than what I got and then they'll laugh at me because of that, It's depressing and all but- Oh boy, I did not want to look like a fool like these kinds of shitty people.