Chapter 2: Anklebreaker

It's currently 7:45, just 15 minutes before the first period of class. Once time reached that, I'll be going to my advisory class for the week's homeroom class. Around 7:30, the head of the faculty came and gave us a memo regarding this week's homeroom agenda. The paper given to each one of us is now on top of my desk and thinking it through what to do with it.

I know, this activity is much more on their side. It is their work, but there is something that the Head faculty had said.

"As you can see from those papers, thd students has to pass a paper regarding what they wanted, or what club they want to be in. This will act as survey as well to see what clubs should be added, discarded or replaced. And as for you teachers, you have to make this as well and list what club you want to be assigned in, if you want to be the club's teacher or you will opt out as a helper. You can put on the wishlist the club you would like to moderate as well. Anyways, that's all for this week's homeroom."

Since then, I was in dilemma thinking over what club I should go with. First of all, going in a sports type club is a very XXXXXX NO! I'm fit, yes. I spend around 6-7 hours of workout at the nearby gym every week, I eat healthy. But still, no. Ever since gradeschool, I knew that Sports wasn't really my forte. Second, art ones.. creativity.. i suck at that. I can't even fix my handwriting. I remember once when a student of mine interrupted me as I was writing.

"Sir, what word is that beside the "The", 3rd line of that paragraph."

I looked at it and felt embarrased. Not because on how badly I wrote the word, but because I couldn't read it myself. I had to read it on my notes what I wrote before I knew what it was. At first, I thought I should ask one my students a favor to write it in my stead in return, I'll give her a photocopied version of what the student wrote but then, I realized, why photocopy hers alone? Can't I do it for thr whole class? And so, after writing the whole thing, I talked to the head teacher about it. At first, He wasn't agreeing to it. Saying that he was adamant to make the students write it more on their notebooks even tho ipads are practically a thing now and the school has it's own E-book learning. There are still some additions that were not written in the Ebook and needs to be written still. After back and forth of conversation, we finally agreed to just let the students have a soft copies of those. It was less work on my side as well.

Not only the benefit of having less work was what I received. I also got the recognition of the whole faculty members as they also got the benefit I made for myself. They were thankful for the less work they had to do. More time to rest one's arms and wrist. Well, enough with the art. 

I have nothing in mind at all. 

I stared at the paper for so long and not even a single idea come across my head.

Paranormal activity club? I was a fan of it during my teenage years. I was one of those who believe in ghosts but they can't scare me at all.

Chess club? Ugh, I suck at that. 

While I was busy racking my head over what club could made me interested, my thoughts were interrupted by a sound leakage from beside me. It's the sound of music that leaks from earphones when it's volume is at max. The song she was listening too was familiar to me, an old alt rock music that was popular 10 years ago.

I looked beside me and it was my colleague, A female teacher who's older than me, around later 20s. A woman in her prime. She's a bright woman and always filled with energy throughout the day. I always call her lithium Battery in my head everytime she was like that. I'm always envious when she's still fully charged when it was time for us teachers to come home. Her name is Christine.

"Hmm.. hmmm! Hmmm.. n.. n.. n... Lalala!"

She hummed the notes of the song but out of the 9 notes she tried to hit, and 2 hit it's target. She's a total tone deaf. I'm pretty sure it is the right song and she's just not really hitting it  But who cares? Good music is Good music. Why would you be embarrased to sing what every song you wanted?

Memories of teenage years rushed to my head. The familiar scent of damp wood and earth, the heat from the blazing sun, the sound of an old rusty fan and the wind that comes in fast inside the room, the room where it all started.

Those wonderful memories, Memories I held dear..

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A tap on my shoulder woke my up from trance and saw the female teacher looking at me, smiling.

"Hey bert, Earth to Bert!"

"Oh hey. Uh hi! Were I out for how long?"

"About half a minute?"

That felt embarrassing. I noticed that the sound was louder and it's because the plugs were not on her ears anymore. It's on her table yet still playing. And the song was in the last guitar solo outro fading out.

"I see. Sorry about that. I recognized the song that was playing on your earphones and it brings so much nostalgia, didn't expect I'll be daydreaming that long."

"Oh! I'm very sorry. I didn't know it was that loud." Then another music played, it's a slower one and less gain sounding song. Christine Immediately lessen the volume of her phone and looked apologetic.

"I'm very sorry I might've bothered you."

"Not really. Tbh, I like that band too in the past."

Her face brightened and held my high, around the level of our chest.

"Really!! I was an Anklebreaker fan too! Wait not was. Still? I'm still and forever will be!"

"Nice! That band has been gone for a decade now and I'm shocked that there are still die hard fans like you."

"Of course! They represented my youth afterall. Which is why I was so devastated when I finally got the ticket to see them live, VIP!!! At that! And they decided to cancel their concert and suddenly, the band disbanded. All of their songs, an EP and their debut album are real relics."

Upon seeing her enthusiasm regarding the topic, I couldn't help but remember when I was like her.. no, I was more of a die hard fan than her. I was one of the luckiest to see them play live and perform. It was a culmination of talent  and passion. Every single members of the band were smiling playing each of their own part of the song. The intensity of their music was unforgettable.

I wonder, how are they now?

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