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The ins and outs of life, translated…
That evening at suppertime, my son mentioned how he wanted to go to the movies the next day with his classmates, and needed money from mom. I’d opened up my purse, to get the money out—holy! My wallet’s gone! There is an assortment of identification cards, and credit cards, once I’d lost my wallet, it’s a VERY big deal. Right then and there, the whole family started, turning the car inside out, and, I’d, checked every layer of my purse too, not ignoring the smallest possible space in it.
My husband kept asking me, “Can you remember, where you might have lost it?”, and my son chimed in too, “Aren’t you always very careful, mom, how, can you lose something so important as your wallet?”, I’d started getting flustered about my not finding my wallet now, originally, before this, I’m so very confident about myself on keeping things intact, and now, I’d totally become lost, I have absolutely NO clue as to where, or when, I could’ve lost my wallet, and so, I’d become, like a headless chicken, looking all over for it, turned my house, my car, as well as every single place in my office , again, and again.
And, deep in the night, I’d still not found it yet, and so, I’d sat in front of my paperwork, and listed everything that was important, that was inside my wallet: my national identification card, my driver’s and motorist’s license, five credit cards, three ATM cards, and, many, many more important documents too. I’d calmed myself down, and started, finding the bank information, and called them up, one by one, to report my cards missing, it took me the entire night. The next day, in the afternoon, I’d taken time off from work, to get my reissuance of my national identification card, and I’d needed to get my reissuance of my licenses, along with other identification items as well. For two whole weeks after I’d lost my wallet, I’d run around all over the places, still trying to get my items reissued, and, I couldn’t help, but holler out in pain on the inside, “Thief, you can have ALL the cash I carried, but, why won’t you return my cards and my identification cards?”, and, although in this heated weather, I’d run around, sweating all over the places, angry at myself, but, I’m the one, who was, way too careless, to have, lost my wallet, and I’d still needed to, resolve everything on my own.
A few days ago, the whole family decided to head out for supper, as usual, I’d slung my bag behind my back, about to head out. That, was when my youngest son told me, “Mom, you need to make sure you zipped up your purse, so things don’t fall out from it.” “Do you want me to carry your purse for you? I fear, that mom may lose her entire purse this time!”, my normally scatterbrained eldest son also, shot me, with an extra bullet.
My reputation had, become totally, damaged by this one solitary incident. Since I was younger, I’d enjoyed, tidying things up in the house, the stationeries, the clothes, along with other things, I’d always, classified and stored them away properly, everything is in order. As I’d become a mom, I’d become the order keeper, as well as the sanitations master, reminded my family constantly, that they needed to put thing back where they’d found them. And no, because of losing my wallet, I’d become, the representative of the scatterbrained for my household, woe, is me!
So, see how quickly your reputation can be overturned? That, is why we women must keep everything in order, as we’re in charge of our separate households, and, if we don’t keep everything in check, then, everybody become stressed out too.
The Zoo, Sights on Campus
Translated…
Calling the campus a zoo, that’s because it’s dirty, in the all-boys’ school, in the sinks, there were, left over rice grains from the lunch times all over the counters and in the drains, and, the garbage cans in the hallways are all over the places too, with the scattered examination papers, and the bottled sodas and waters. After physical education, returned back to the classroom, and, the air-condition serves the purpose of letting the sweat from the body, the scents spread all over the room, to break our history teacher down.
But, it’s such a ZOO. The sunlight shone in from the glasses on the windows, and, on those comfortable desks, we’re, chewing down the fulfilling knowledge, to live off of. In the painful examinations, I’d wanted to become, a fatter breed of animal. When someone started playing the guitar, or stared at the quieted classroom in the rest period at noon, then, I’d turned into, a tourist, and, in this zoo that’s built for me, I’d taken it all in, in silence, felt, that this place is, connected to the eternity of space and time, I’d become, so filled with happiness, that I’d not know, how to deal with myself now.
And, after being in this zoo long enough, I’d learned, the effective ways to make my escapes too, I’d just, skipped my classes, climbed up to the rooftops, and, look down, at the field. The tall edifices all around became blurred out, and, from time to time, a train passes through the tracks. And, in this high an altitude, I’d often worried and pondered: outside of these fences, out there, in the real world, with futures unknown to me, how, will I, survive?
So, this, is a high school student’s anxieties of what s/he will be doing after graduation, because in school, at least, you’d know your place as a student: study, do well on your exams, go to your classes, and that’s all that’s required of you, but, out here, in the REAL world, there’s NOBODY giving you directions, or orders, and, you’d needed to have that strong self-discipline, in order, to successfully make it, out here, in the real world, so, do schools really prepare someone for reality???
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