That day, I went home by public transport. I didn't go alone because I had a companion by my side when she rang the bell at the end of daily classes. She, with her personality totally different from mine, every day, when she finished classes, we was going to wait for the saw bus. It was and still is a very important form of transportation for those people who need to go to work or buy products in the city center. The class ended at 11:50 in the morning. After finishing classes, we knew the right time to take the bus, which was always 12:30 pm. This is the time when we got the 'big ass'.
Along the way to the waiting for the means of transport, the chat was interesting but at the same time, a little boring. Because?
Her name is Maria Vitória. She was outgoing, however, shy at recess. In class, her personality was striking: the highlight of a class leader. I am sure that for her, without a doubt, her participation in classes was cool and stimulating, even though, the inconvenience of the parallel conversation between her and her friends hindered her teaching in the school environment. She liked to comment on what had happened that day of school. These events, for me, sometimes I would not like to remember because the teacher was the central theme of the chat. Against his teaching and influence, she also criticized the poor fellow. I always respected her opinion and with that, we formed a small friendship.
I remember the day we ate a pastry. She spent part of her money and I spent mine. We shared the pastry. One part for her and the other for me. Always waiting for the hacksaw bus to arrive. Hacksaw? That's an ugly name, don't you think?
It is a sparsely populated place today. It is located in the rural neighborhood of my city and it is the same path as my home. It was fine after my residency. I believe that Maria Vitória still lives on the Fernandes farm, well before the saw.
So far, so good. But ... our friendship had ended that year, unfortunately. All because of an alleged relationship between her and the other girl. I will talk about this in the next chapters.
Every day, I went home by bus with Maria Vitória. And I started to have a benefit with this transport. I used a card, especially for bus tickets. Furthermore, remembering one more important piece of information, we were not alone. A lady met us one day. I called her Dona Maria. She advised me, every day, to have an upright posture since it was kind of "crooked" of the spine. Docile, she had plenty of patience. She taught at Fernandes if I'm not mistaken today.
This year I met with her. Today, I am 2nd in high school. When I was walking back from the Alternative school, and right after I arrived at the common point where I took the transport, I came across the lady. And I asked her: -Do you remember me? And she replied: -Yes! I do remember! With his Paulista voice.
And so it went ... those days were passed by time. This time is still in force. To the next!
Desk
The place where I stayed for a long time. There, what is best is the use of the setup (computer). Every single day, when I got home from school, I went to the office to use and satisfy my desires. From this, I became more and more involved and lost my freedom. But you must ask yourself: what do you mean, freedom? Because?
A very recurring theme that I will post later, shortly after the story of Maria Vitória's involvement, explains this cause.
To the stride and bank of the new digital age, I say to you: the fundamentalism of the student.
The greatest or greatest responsibility that a primary school student has of importance, that is, something important to be done, is to do the homework. Ah! And you, do you think I liked to write in my notebook, my exercises? I was irresponsible that year. However, knowing the importance of studying, I was already a beloved student, not only by the professor of Philosophy but also --- that of Mathematics --- (Cição) 'numerical expression';
As I was aware of doing the school's priorities, I assumed my role as a student. That done, I always went to the office. And then you ask: What were you doing in that place? I was an addict.
The taste of always playing. The whole afternoon was spent playing; just playing. The more I played, the more addicted I became. But I'm not going to explain them now, in an explanatory way, about addiction. I'll leave it for later.
Ah! How good it was to play! Imagine you: "spending the whole afternoon playing". But enough with the bullshit! What I liked to play the most was MMORPG. A virtual online game where the player discovers a character with its own characteristics and in addition, you can improve your skills. Well, this style of play that I enjoy. However, it was not the last and there was another one that appeared on the scene. I give all my credit to my friend and partner Abraão.
Thank you, Abraham! For teaching me to play that educational game. Thank you for having spent that time enjoying our fun. I am grateful not only for him but for all the people who comforted and supported me when I went through difficulties that year, despite the good times. You! That's right! It will arrive ... it will arrive, another very important chapter for you to understand my past and present. It will be of paramount importance, that I can guarantee you.
Counter-reasons
Here I will explain the opposite reason at school by my colleagues in relation to the suspect teacher. In the face of that situation, he restrained himself but the pressure did not let him continue in school after that year. It is simple if a person imposes something on students that they eventually did not like; they felt the teacher's own pressure when asking everyone to read the books to present the end of the year, the reason why he had to leave is debatable. It was a pity.
"Good morning students, now I am going to give you a gift, a book. You will have to read it and present everything you understood at the end of the year". Of course, no one went as "literally" as he said. And it was one of those reasons, the reason he was fired. However, he had a "counter-reason" I can say so because, in addition to all that, he knew that the students did not learn enough and realized that it did not help in the learning of his students. Dude, the student who understands that whoever chases your dream is you.
Similar to "counterargument" comes the disagreement of the students and a little bit of me too. Unfortunately, he was wronged. You shouldn't have done those things to him.
But in the end, it was the students who lost out, lost the opportunity to enter the world of philosophy.