STUPID CLASSES

wet dream

Second question :

the attention of the picture above, in the life of Indonesian people who are close to the rope of brotherhood, is realized by the activity of help as in the picture.

answer :

Sano Setio aji Pangestu: pack the picture is ugly.

teacher's comment: I didn't ask you to judge the shape of the picture, but the moral value of this picture is Sano.

Fariz Anfal: Pak today gotong royong like this is no more.

teacher's comment: why do you think like that Fariz.

Fariz Anfal: last night there was a person who was helping to lift the goods moved from the neighboring house, even being chased who had a house.

teacher's comment: it's Maling Fariz.

Fariz Anfal: just right, when I wanted to help, they were scared.

*****

A complete absoluteness for students with brain contents as standard as me, because without dreams we are here just waiting will be unemployed after graduation,

I started walking away after giving warm greetings to this teacher that I feared the most, but within a few steps, it was,

"Wait a minute, do you know that this school is required to use its full attributes when entering school ."

"Yes of course sir, what's wrong with me ." Of course I was confused by the attitude of this teacher, his face was a little shy and his eyes were at the most as if it was difficult to say things that would hurt me, he said,

"Ah not ..just ....." Mr. Stell man said with a look down, but before continuing his words, a male figure came galloping, waving a pair of black shoes at me, and then, the face he showed was like he had run for miles to catch the last departure bus to school,

"Riz, you forgot your shoes ." Shouted Sano by running, answering my previous question, although in my eyes he was like moving slow motion ,

He shouted something that was certainly taboo to talk about and also it made me realize during the trip to school, the eyes of every student from various schools like looking strangely down, he said, in fact it was not an oddity, because I just realized that I had forgotten the most important thing, indeed about the breeze that cools my legs, because I only wear sandals, indeed, so I'm sure the level of shame I'm facing right now, it's more embarrassing than reading poetry in maths and, plus the loudspeakers, I'm dead lice, really, quickly and with my face bowed like a moment of silence, I left without caring about anything, even though it was possible that this incident would be a good memory after I graduated, but for now I'd rather forget about it and hope to disappear in a harry potter robe,

"Oi, what happened ." Asked me by patting the table in front of him, he was still petrified and his mouth wide open,

"Don't sleep with your eyes open, "

"The cave's not sleeping, bald .,"

"The cave's not bald either, it's bald ."

In the end he answered my call, even though using a tone that irritated me, but still not usually I see Cayo who pensive as lamenting all his mistakes after eating a side dish for cats in a neighboring house. Even though there is little in his life that can be said to be true, the rest is useless and unnecessary to talk about,

"Why do you dream ." Asked me when I would sit on the bench behind him,

"It's a nightmare ." He answered without changing his facial expression and added his screaming voice,

"Don't ngagetin cave, tablecloth ." Reply to me in surprise,

"Ah sorry, "His reply was with a stiff expression as he said sorry, but calmly I sat down, looking at Cayo who was still tense on his stool,

"What do you dream of ." Ask him back, then,

"Yes, this is worse than my dreams ." He replied again with trembling hands,

"All I know is that you're just thinking wet dreams, not nightmares or anything like that ." A little no matter what I said, but it made him stand up by arriving, arriving,

"What you think, soon there will be art lessons, what you forget ." His screams surprised me, though I didn't catch what he was afraid of, but it was so loud that my eardrums were buzzing.

Pushing Cayo closer to my face, just because something was so easy, such an art lesson could make a scene for him, even I saw that Suro was still as excited as ever, with his hands clenched and shouted,

"We're going to sing, passion.."

Of course, the spirit that flared up and made this class feel so hot, including my friend Naru beside Suro who sat down and showed a face, it's hard to respond to someone with endless conversations that keep telling the sad story of his life excitedly, that's Suro,

"What's wrong with pela..jaran....AN!!!!! ." I was surprised I was so late, when remembering something bad was about to happen, because there would be singing practices and one thing I did not want to remember was one year ago.

And it became a bad memory that we all experienced.