Modern Childhood Diseases

Sometimes students' behavior in class worries teachers. Instead of being intelligent and good at doing homework or assignments, they're clever and adept at making excuses for their lessons. As in the following short story.

The oval-faced student with straight, parted hair sat grumpily in the classroom. Her face was sour and unfriendly. Her short white uniform and long blue pants loosely hugged her thin frame. Reebook that's it brand the shoes he wears every day to school.

The bustling atmosphere of the classroom didn't cheer him up. He was still annoyed with his mother and teacher for not listening. fair When asking students to answer questions, questions, and assignments they had learned at school, her name was always the first to be called. She had changed her seating position many times, but her name was always the first to stand. Finally, she resigned herself and chose to sit in the front seat.

“Ziz, don’t forget Mrs. Ratih’s Physics homework. Mrs. Ratih will be in class soon. Your name will definitely be the first one called!”

Aziz suddenly glanced back, seeing an unfriendly smile from the student who had just whispered in his ear. The student was sitting directly behind him. His behavior seemed to be mocking Aziz, who was sitting distracted in the noisy classroom.

Aziz was annoyed and wanted to throw his notebook at Yanto, the student who always got the last turn in the question-and-answer session. Yanto was happiest when the question-and-answer session was going on, because Aziz would always be the first to get a turn. (first turn) Meanwhile, Yanto is always the last student to get his turn.

It was fifteen minutes past seven. All the students had entered the classroom. Aziz straightened up. So did the other students. Their faces were filled with a mixture of anxiety and worry. Several students were seen fighting over their notebooks. It was clear they had just begun working on the Physics assignment given last week by Mrs. Ratih. A few moments later, Mrs. Ratih entered the classroom.

“Peace be upon you.. children."

“Peace be upon you.. "Mrs. Ratih," they answered in unison.

“Okay, let's just start our lesson today by reading. Bismillahirramniirrahiim” While checking the student list in a blue folder, Mrs. Ratih posed a question. "Who can explain last week's assignment?" The class was silent. No hands went up.

The students were seen whispering to each other. Mrs. Ratih looked from the back corner to the front of the classroom. There wasn't a single sign of an answer, let alone a raised hand. "Okay, if no one can answer, I'll start with the class roll call."

What Aziz had imagined was exactly what had happened. He looked pale. His body was trembling. Now, his name would surely be called first to explain Mrs. Ratih's physics assignment. Aziz's lips suddenly went dry, and he had a canker sore. Dug dug, dug dug, dud dug.. His heart was pounding. His hands were sweating. His eyes were dim. It seemed like Aziz needed a miracle.

“Yanto Kusuma, please answer question number one,” Mrs. Ratih’s voice suddenly broke the silence. And the first name read was Yanto, not Abdul Aziz. Aziz immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was overjoyed. His pale face brightened. His canker sores healed completely. It seemed the miracle of the alphabet really did happen. From Aziz to Yanto.

“Alhamdulillah, "Thank you, God. You brought this miracle," Aziz prayed in his heart. He was truly relieved.

The classroom atmosphere became increasingly tense, like a cinema in a show. horror movies. “Please, Yanto Kusuma, come to the front and explain question number one,” Mrs. Ratih repeated.

"Sorry ma'am, Yanto is sleeping ma'am," shouted Ramli, the student sitting next to Yanto.

“What. Yanto is asleep!”

“Yes, Ma’am. Earlier when the new lesson started, Yanto was still awake, but when his name was called, Yanto immediately fell asleep, Ma’am,” Ramli added again.

“Huuuuuu” The class suddenly became noisy. Yanto was being cheered by his classmates. Everyone knew that Yanto was deliberately sick and had a fever. Mrs. Ratih stepped closer to Yanto. She wanted to make sure that Yanto was really asleep, and also wanted to teach her student a lesson. Mrs. Ratih had had enough of Yanto's lazy behavior when it came to his assignments. But unexpectedly, Yanto suddenly woke up;

“Sorry, ma’am, Yanto isn’t sleeping. He hasn’t finished his homework yet. He wanted to borrow Ramli’s notebook, but Ramli wouldn’t lend it to him.” Yanto’s voice was pleading. It seemed he knew Mrs. Ratih would be angry with him.

“Boohooo” Yanto's friends cheered again.

"Now, Yanto, come forward and stand in front. Until a student can answer, you may sit down!" Mrs. Ratih ordered.

Yanto rose from his seat, with languid steps he walked to the front of the class. Yanto stood. His head was bowed. His left leg was raised halfway to the knee. Annoyance was visible on his face. He stared sharply at Aziz, Ramli, Ruslan, Dodi, Toni and the rest of his classmates. His classmates seemed to smile back, while holding back deep laughter.

"Abdul Aziz! Please come forward and work on problem number one. If you can't do it, stand next to Yanto," Mrs. Ratih ordered.

It was like lightning striking Aziz's ears when he heard Mrs. Ratih mention his name. Cold sweat broke out from his pores. His hands trembled. His mouth gaped open slowly. His eyes suddenly drooped. Aziz suddenly fainted. Bruuuukkk. The sound of Aziz's body hitting the classroom floor.

Mrs. Ratih took a deep breath, while muttering;

“Astagfirullahal adzim, childhood diseases now!” Annoyed, Mrs. Ratih left the classroom.

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