Red Box

The School Box 2

Jum’at is actually a short day, even the shortest of the week. Just 4 hours in school, I still got the same pocket money. Unfortunately, there are additional activities that make Friday’at worse than other days, namely Scouts.

Scout is an abbreviation of Praja Muda Karana and is an organization or scouting movement. Scouts basically have a goal to train the younger generation to maximize every potential that is in him, be it intellectual, spiritual, social, and physical. But lately the activity was just a disguised form of oppression of the seniors towards their juniors.

He was told to run, eat suspicious food, to be bullied. The most annoying is being forced to call, “kak” when it is not a member of the brother. I'm also not sure, they really understand the main purpose of this activity or not. All we do every day is a basic exercise of line-up rules.

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When you first see it maybe you all think it's cool, because it looks compact and vibrant. Those who aspire to become soldiers also desperately need this basic knowledge. But a disinterested person like me always gets his sap.

Why do I have to hone in on this useless move every week?

Just debate me until your muscles are scattered. But I'm sure no one will want to walk around the complex using that movement for a whole week.

It's been troublesome, draining, not sane presumption of neighbors. The heavy rain will also surely pour out from their spicy mouth. Remarkably, other derivatives of this activity are also just as strange.

Jurit malam, aka live action from the candle world television series for example. This obligatory activity of the peasant, is not even more frightening than the haunted house in the night market. The difference is, peach ghosts are not striped noses that like to hold sensitive areas of women.

If the intention is just a test of guts, why not just hit the head of the neighbor nyir-nyir, try?

I'm sure, it's a lot more horror than mimicking that all-round show. In my opinion, the only activity one can expect is camping.

We never know when a disaster or accident will happen. One day, I might have to survive in an unwanted state. Camping teaches how to survive in nature, and certainly is very helpful in such circumstances. Unfortunately, the event that was supposed to be done in nature was instead turned into sleep at school.

 Villev*it!

Don't they understand, just being in class all day is annoying? Why not just stay at a neighbor's house, but it makes almost no difference?

To this day, I do not understand the essence of this concept. I wonder, does the school that has a dorm system also do this strange activity, huh? If true, I can only laugh and hope that the headmaster will be replaced soon.

The night, or what's the name of it. I thought this would be something very inspiring. It turns out they only read the script of the soap opera Talon Naik Begal who was not used.

Gallon Ride the Begal? The episode of the total debt of the country, you know! What ever, who care! Just like the event!

They just kept forcing me to cry, even more annoying with the presence of the pacing upperclassman. Whispering like market thugs asking for rations, they slammed sticks on the ground.

Honestly yes, instead of making the show even more epic, there they look like monkey masks. I was also quite sure, everyone was just pretending to cry, like the people next to me who occasionally sounded amused laughs.

I think those events should just be replaced with something that puts its purpose forward. For example, the notion of first aid in accidents, how to perform artificial respiration and CPR, or how to deal with natural disasters and wars.

Teaching it to the younger generation will definitely improve their basic medical skills, as well as their survival abilities. The lesson of traffic signs and morse passwords is also no less useful.

Unfortunately, they were much more interested in playing a strange game that was level, not even better than the 17-something event in my village. Sit making a circle, keeping the water on the head, sodor gobbok, to pull the mine.

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“Say by, yuk!” bring Mat.

“Not absent block, what's the point of coming if not absent?” my protest.

“Titip others aja!” abugn.

“Sunday yesterday already use that style, long time they must be suspicious.”

“Bosen, nih!”

“Yes the same, but today just finished this useless event!”

Mat nodded, looking dissatisfied.

“Awas!”

People suddenly shouted.

I don't know what demon possessed my body, I suddenly retaliated with a tonjokan. His body is much bigger.

My own body trembled, especially when I saw that person trying to fight back. However, Mat quickly helped. Several times, the boy was beaten up by him. Until finally, the upperclassmen came to break up and called the BP teacher. Fortunately, we only got a warning and were allowed to go home, after making a letter of apology as many as 15 sheets.

Surprisingly, the other students suddenly felt afraid of me after that incident. The boy who hit it too, so the target bully Mat and his friends. I told him not to deal with him anymore. I'm worried that over time he'll report to BP's teachers.

Sure enough, shortly after we were all called to the BP teacher's room. Someone reported Mat's actions to him. This incident even resulted in a warning letter that must be given to our parents. Honestly, I was very confused at the time. But luckily, Mat's friend has a genius idea that is, signing it himself.

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Later, it was discovered that the culprit was my own classmate. He sat in the front corner and had a tall body. We all compactly ganged and beat him, until battered.

Not only that, they also began to change the target bully. I told you many times not to make the same mistake. But no one wants to hear me. They were still asking him for money and telling him to do this, until the class.

I heard, they even still did it after going up to 8th grade. Moreover, Mat's friends are also classmates with the child. I warned them more often, making my relationship with Mat tenuous.

He accused me of cowardice and I yelled at him, for not accepting it. At the peak, his friend was caught smoking and complained to all of us. At that time I did not come at all. My parents were called to school, which made me feel very angry.

The next day, the boy and I had a big fight. But Mata defended him. He and his friends suddenly ganged up. In fact, they also tried to do the same to me, after that incident.

Asking for money, telling this. Unfortunately, I kept fighting so that even a fight, was inevitable. That was when the boy suddenly came to my class.

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“Let's report BP teacher!” bring him.

“Ngapain?” my answer.

“Although not sick, beaten every day?” tanyakanya.

“Entar long-time also bosen own!” my answer.

I remember her tall body. Not wrong, he was the kid that bullied Mat since 7th grade, the kid who also reported us to BP teachers.

Perhaps he thought, yesterday's enemy is today's friend. But even though we now have the same enemy, it does not mean that our way of thinking is similar.

What I wonder is that he dared to report, why suddenly become a coward?

I know Mat's gang and friends are threatening him. It is impossible to defeat them alone. But for me, losing my identity is much more painful than this powerless blow.

“Lu want gini keep ampe pass?” ask again.

“Urusin by yourself!” my answer.

“Why, you scared?”

“Lo by yourself?”

“G-Gue?”

“Gasih money, ngelakuin order, as long as not disturbed no problem, right?”

“Then it..”.

“Why suddenly tell me to cuddle?” break me, “if you don't dare to volunteer, yes it's usually kayak. No need to instigate others!” my continue.

The boy was silent.

At that time I thought he would keep quiet, so I left. Apparently, he reported Mat and his friends to BP teachers. Yes, the boy's name is Gilang. Just like that weird cop.