Curiosity...

Earlier(dismissal time)...I went directly to our school bus..so i would be able to occupy the front sit...and luckily i did get it....

i was very early today... early as in, i was the first student to get to our bus...

in our bus...it was quiet...it felt like you temporarily escaped from the stresses of the world...it was sort of odd but in a good way...

While enjoying the silence that time...i was observing the students outside...

moving from one place to another... eating something, chatting, going to their own buses, some little kids running or like some, who were mostly hs students, were just walking with a friend.

It made me wonder "why was i here, sitting in my bus all alone and observing the little things done by others while they were out there doing something with their friends or just acquaintances perhaps..." That thought had a different impact on me so i decided to continue reading the pocket book a renewed at the library a few mins before going to my bus...

After a few mins, my busmates were arriving...and that means i need to wear my earphones to escape from the noise and be relaxed by the sounds that i prefer...

We wainted around five more minutes, i suppose, before our bus driver said to me that we were living...

passing by the same service bay...almost everyday....i've noticed that it seems all the same to me... an ordinary boring dismissal...or maybe i was looking for something and failed to see it that's why i said that or maybe i'm still sad about what happen in class...

i've also noticed some familiar faces....(of course! all of them are familiar! i see them almost everyday! i may not know them but i've seen them alright...) *sigh* it seems all the same and it may actually....really be...just the same....

but now...it makes me think....

"how could i get up very early...EVERY MORNING....putting on the same pairs of uniforms...riding on the same yellow(or more like orange) school bus...walking on the long slightly steep sidewalk....get the key, stay at our designated area for waiting...enter the same yellowed-wall classroom, seeing the whiteboard that doesn't have the same color, obviously, same lockers, classmates, teachers, lecturing, reporting, and taking down notes...and goes on....up to the time we sleep...??? how could i not get sick of it? all those stress! how??"

questions that we may all think are simple to answer but sometimes we can't help having second thoughts on them... am i right?

but...maybe, just maybe....we were made to endure all those?...

maybe there really are reasons...purposes...behind those things that are happening to us? and we just need to find them out so we can appreciate them?

hmmm..... ^-^