Last night, I got a very weird dream. In the dream, I seem to relive my life as a high school student. I rarely dream and never remember my dream unless it's nightmare that wake me up in cold sweet. However, for some reason, I remember last night extremely well. Not just what I do but what I feel, what I thing in that dream. Every thing seem so real.
I remember sit in History class. The tension when our teacher decided which name to call is unbearable. My heart seems to stop beating and sink to my stomach. I can feel blood run out of my face. I don't know if it's a result of all the time we wait for teacher to call our name when I'm in high school or something else. It's just so alive. The feeling of the clear sky before the storm. After that we start studying like usual with our eyes look at the teacher and our mind out of the window.
Then come the break. I remember walking in the hall way to the canteen. Buy a snack and sit around gossiping. The whole thing was so normal yet so wonderful. In that short time I return to the high school girl I use to be. But there is no worry for the coming test, no wonder which way will our future go. Just mindless talk mix with humor. Completely carefree. We laugh over some very stupid story I can't even remember. Joking around. I remember one of the girl point at some boy for some reason and we all start looking at him and smile and whisper. He turn back and look at us along with his group of friend. What we do has no sense at all, yet we don't care. All we want is to have a nice break with no worry what will come after that. That feeling of freedom, of stupidity, of youth. Would I ever be able to feel it again?
One more thing, one of the lecture I sit through in my dream is with Mrs. Thanh Ha. She was scolding us about something. Such wonderful literature teacher, her scolding is better than any lecture she could give. After all, who care about To Huu and his poems. For Mrs. Ha, conducting our behavior is far more important than any poems or novel.
High school is wonderful. Especially when you're no longer in it.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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Coming back to high school even in just a dream is beautiful. I miss those days ...
"High school is wonderful. Especially when you're no longer in it." Love it.
Thanks for the post.
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