26 2.3- Perils of a Studen (1/2)
The bell rang throughout the classrooms and the school indicating it was the start of a new lesson in class. Actually the first lesson of the day. I looked at the timetable of lessons for the week that was affixed at the top right of my table and found that it was History... Oh my God! How I hated history, to remember names and dates and events as important as learning Literature.
I skipped History lessons when I was in high school before, in fact, I dropped the whole subject and replaced it with Literature instead. So instead of remembering important names in history and their achievements, I'd rather get stuck behind a fictional book which captured my attention from start to end.
A fictional book that depicts the rise and fall of such person and was named ”The Rise and Fall of Okonkwo” something like that...
But History lessons... Urrrghh. I was totally slumped on the table sprawled and in need of reconciliation of some sort. A bespectacled man walked in and everyone rises to their feet. (after the bell rang everyone scrambled back to their seats and maintained absolute discipline)
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”Good morning Senpai!” everyone in the class greeted the teacher. The look of the bespectacled man and also with his thick book under his arms sure gonna make me bored to death by his endless lecture; even before the teacher in front has raised his voice on the subject of History.
How he could feign having a stomach ache and be excused from class. ”Groooaann....” I hate History, now and then in present and in the past and future... I groaned and slumped even further on the table.
The back of my chair was kicked by the guy behind me to make me stand up straight and instead of slouching in that manner. If I continue to do so, I would definitely be dealt with harsh punishment. Those were the days of a typical Japanese high school classroom.
Unfortunately, the body and mind that I was currently occupied it was a favorite among History and other boring subjects. (that's what I think right now on my POV) Oh, original Kenzo... How could you do this to me? I lamented as I stood up straight.
Suddenly the chalkboard duster came flying through the air and hit me smack directly on my forehead.
”Smack...!” the chalkboard duster landed on my forehead and it emitted a cloud of white dust around my head. I looked up blurry Eyed and searched for the duster, half intending to hurl it back at the teacher and engaging him with a duster fight hurled through and fro between teacher and student till the end of the lesson.
I walked back to the teacher with the duster tightly wrapped in my right hand. If I am a hooligan I'd sure wanted to smack several times on the teachers face with the duster. But instead; ”Senpai, I think you misjudged your aim and wanted to throw it at another student and not me.”
”No. It was intentionally directed at you. I do not want you to slack off in my class; not now or in the near future. You are excellent in your History lesson and comes out tops in class every time. So no slacking off!!! And I want you to pick up where I last time dropped off and continue the lesson beside me in front of the class. ”
I looked at the teacher dumbfounded and returned to my desk. As I was walking slowly I looked at Kagome and she had that little blush on her cheeks that accentuated her cuteness more. Everyone in the class was stifling their laughter in when they saw a spread of chalkboard dust on the middle of my forehead. I gingerly picked my History book and went back to where the teacher was standing.
”Senpai, could you show me exactly where you had stopped the other time? I had read through several passages and forgot where you had actually stopped last.” the teacher seeing me tell him that I had 'actually' read the history books ahead of his teachings, he beamed a smile and me and pointed where I should resume reading.
There I was, standing in the front of the class with a pockmark of whiteness on my forehead as I began to recite the ”Shakai-Rekeishi Teki bunya” or the Japanese Social Studies curriculum book the part where the history teacher had last stopped.
Telling the history was like reading a fairy tale to the students. It was about the Emperor of Japan before World War 2 and I was reading where the majestic power rose and the need to 'influence' the neighboring countries of its culture and teachings. As I read on, I find it hard to digest what I was reading them. It was as though the history books and the contents were altered in such a way to state that World War 2 was not started by then but however was instigated by other nations.
I couldn't care less since I am in Japan and have no right to provoke its contents and censorship; and as I read on, I found myself reading it with fervor and full of anticipation that mesmerized the whole class. When I ended the classroom erupted with, ”Banzai...! Banzai...!! Banzai...!!!” and I felt like a Kamikaze pilot that had professed what I'm gonna do if I fall behind enemy lines during one of the Pearl Harbor bombing runs.
I closed the book, bowed to the teacher and returned to my seat. All throughout the remaining of the History lesson, I could not affix my attention to what the teacher was saying or digest what I had read. However to avoid another flight of the intruder... I mean the flight of the chalkboard duster, I remained with my eyes on the teachings and blanked my thoughts to it.
The class ended in the way it started 45mins ago and the class stood up and said, ”Thank you Senpai!” to the teacher and he went out of the classroom. The class turned rowdy once again. I understood that it is important to grab the attention span of students if not more than 45mins per session and a break if 10 to 15 mins ensued for the students to freshen up et cetera.
Not bad... I thought to myself and went out of the classroom and made a beeline to the toilet to clean up my face and also to answer nature's call.