The Augment
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Youngsters
at
multifarious age prattled everywhere at every possible corner of the room.
An adult, with her formal white attire that accented her personality and professionalism,
stood with a gait that clearly expresses irascibility building up inside her.
The crowd seems trenchant and vigorous with their updates, forgetting every bit
of responsibility they ought to do. The adult made her approaching move and I can only see scribbles that I couldn't decipher. With each stroke pressed
by the temporary blue marker against the board, the irritable noise grew
softer. Then finally, by the time the finishing stroke had been made, the sound
cease to continue.
The youngsters, finally pacified,
stared back and forth at the adult and the board. Each of the youngster’s face
began to shift responsively. Some with amazement, some with a sarcastic look,
and others with the ‘I don’t care look.’ The teacher smirked, cleared her
throat, and enunciated the extremely difficult equation which filled the whole
board. Sighs, eyes rolling, and taps on various objects are made by the dozen
of pupils that sat on the black plastic table-chair being immured by white
cement walls. They are helplessly waiting for their time to be liberated from
this room.
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For a very
brief moment everything was tranquilized. Harmony filled the room. Then,
peace was interrupted by the sound of the wild yelling at a weary student that
was dreaming and unaware of the circumstances. People flinched as if a lion had
escaped the circus. Not long after the incident, pungent smells of spices and variety
of food drifted across the room, spreading everywhere.
Gratuitous crisp sound of people
chewing snacks, gums, and other kind of food was amplified. The students
satiated their appetites with enjoyment. The restless
teacher frowned, but was too tired to do anything. She became submissive, and
then waded lifelessly to her desk and slept. Sounds began to fill the room, and
as ever, impossible to decipher. It went on for a quarter of an hour. The
brazen vibrations of red round bell clang that signals the end of the
period. Students hastily ran out of the class to begin their weekend at various
rendezvous.
Then a sweet loving sound at the
teacher’s rear echoed “You look tired honey,” “let’s go.” She perked her head up;
eyes sparkled like never before and rubbed her eyes. She saw vague image of a
man with a formal neck-tie and a smart looking suit with a tag that read “Principal”
on it. She was astonished. The man offered her a hand and she gladly accepts it. Her energy is being rejuvenated. Then, for the first time in her life,
she proceeded to walk out of the class happily and unexhausted ready to begin the exciting
adventures of her weekend.
