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Today is on Feb’ 2015. Hopefully Mr. Yan do it his job well as well. In worrying, people can just make a plan to do, but they cannot create the special rooms on students’ mind which order them to do what his instruction.

Remembering a day before, he asked one of them. “Jean, could you help me stick this up at this wall?” She is Jean of her name Jean Zuke Kobayasi from her mother as an Indonesian and her father is Japan. “Hmm…Ok, Sir. Like this Sir.”She showed the way to stick up the paper. “I’m great with this one.” Said her again.

After some second, “Was it? You are great on this? Why do you take it so long?”Mr. Yan tried to pretend to her. “Yes…Sir. “ “It’ll be uneasy.”She replied. “Sorry Sir, there is a little torn on this side.” She continued.

She looked like unwillingly first accepting the instruction of Mr. Yan. It just liked her respectfully to him which made her did it. Her friend on the right seemed not knew what happen between them. Mr. Yan is of course very hopefully could taste this moment. But somehow he couldn’t show it even just in a minute. After She stuck it up at the wall, he directly got in the office as if did such a busy thing. He felt uncertainty with the situation, but maybe none knew it except by himself. He just didn’t forget to say a lot of thanks then leaf them both outside the office before she was going back to her classroom with her friend.

As Mr. Yan thought it really gave something unusual on his mind, why he should be thinking out some uncertainly image about this student. He just came to her school some months ago. Formerly, he just thought coming to the school for his one destination that it’s not so far from the regent where his home places. Any places he works, giving the different tastes in his life.

A lousy day sometimes makes him very annoyed to have. At the afternoon, there were still two hours to teach. “Two hours” Thought Mr. Yan. “Hmmm…this is very uninteresting day” “I came to the school in the morning, one hour or more taught only one class with five students. It’s really out of my mind.”

“Sir. May I come in?”Said Tim, one of the students suddenly that he knew she was from the tenth class. “Hmm… “Mr. Yan was smiling. “Yeah…Do you have an English class too at this time?”Asked Mr. Yan. “Yes, Sir. ” “Would be Mrs. Yien coming to teach this afternoon Sir?”Said her. “I guest, she couldn’t come today.”Said Mr. Yan. “She talked me yesterday that she was going to the Down Town.” “I heard she asked Mrs. Yuan in the restaurant.”Mr. Yan explained. “Alright Sir. Thanks. Assalm.”Said Tim, while leaving Mr. Yan alone. “Waslm.”Said Mr. Yan.

“This is really a lousy day for me! Sick..Sick..and Sick!”Said Mr. Yan roughly. “Asslm, Sir.”Greeted Yuki suddenly which made Mr. Yan a little bit surprised. “Oh! You Yuki?” “What’s up?” I think you’d an Arabic class this time?”Asked Mr. Yan to him. “Yes, Sir. But I think she won’t come. I’ve never seen her today.”Said Yuki. “Weren’t you in the restaurant just now?” “I’ve met her there having lunch with me.” “Yes, Sir. Me too. But I was late. So I didn’t see her.”

“Hmm…well.” “Er..uh..Yuki, Look at the white board please.”Asked Mr. Yan. “This is the only lesson I want the students learn today” Mr. Yan started to explain. “We have almost finished all of the lessons for this semester. But this lesson seems a little bit different from some lessons before.” “This is one kind of the literary works which is called a poem.”Continued Mr. Yan explained then giving instruction. “Try to internalize that a poem in the white board then find its goal!”Asked Mr. Yan. “Yes, Sir.”Said Yuki replying.

“Emm…I’m  so sorry Sir. I should go now to my class. I’m afraid my Arabic teacher entering the classroom now.” Said Yuki getting permission. “Oh yeah, thanks for coming.” Responded Mr. Yan softly. “Ok good luck for your study!”

It seemed Mr. Yan was being tested his patient on the afternoon. One of students from the eleventh grade whom he did hope coming, but not any information at all. Even though, he is – as regularly – usually very joyful to teach on Tuesday. What cause, if not by the attendance of Jean, a sweet student in his class.

For the time being, it’s rarely to have the chance and get a talk with this student indeed. It’s so little too to meet her. This is too much to hope for Mr. Yan felt.

On one day, the day before she was asked to stickup the paper on wall, he – by incidentally – caught her while she was declaring the rule of her school that ED was starting on that Monday morning. Without any words to say except saying ‘hello Sir’, she then went away.

As a lousy day continued, almost of her classmates were busy for their regency championship competition on science. There weren’t Yin, a talkative her classmate but caring her teacher’s instruction so much, Yun is a curious student for the knowledge, Yin Yin as her classmate who usually put on her selfy firstly than caring her friendship but unpredictably has a systematically writing skill. In simply her class are so lonely without them. And for her, she could get so much attention from Mr.Yan for her intelligently smartness on everything completely, whether on her unawarenessly knows or not, but it seems gut reaction for him. 
   Hopefully, Mr. Yan would have a good time entering the classroom on Wednesday, but the day wasn't different. At around 07.00 am, he came to the classroom but none student there. It arose his annoyance once more. "How pity I am today!"Mr. Yan roughly again. "But why? This is the second day I got this situation." "I should do anything. i can't stand on this situation."Murmured Mr. Yan. "It's better if I go home."Stated Mr. Yan to make a decision. 
   While waiting students about two hours, suddenly the eleventh exact four coming. "Aslm, Sir." "Wlsm, oh You?!" "Did you study a math?"Asked Mr. Yan to them. "Yes, Sir."Replying them altogether. "Hmm...Only you in six?"Asked Mr.Yan looked like unpatiently. "No, Sir. There are some still on the way. We are included of two classes, eleventh exact four and three, with eigth or nine students."Said them explained. 
   Mr. Yan didn't continue his talking, He just directly started the lesson without caring much about the situation. "Well students. Now we are going to talk about the literary works. Any one knows what is that?"Mr. Yan began the class with asking a question. "Me, Sir. Works mean 'doing something' and literary means 'like poetry...uh..." "Yup, well... you're right. It means 'like a poetry, play, novel, film, short story or song' Continued Mr. Yan in impatiently. 
    On that day, Mr. Yan wasn't so fun in class. Teaching two boys and seven or eight girls weren't so enjoyable. His disappointed felt was still like the day before. Nothing necessarily to do on his mind at that time, he had decided to go home that day. He just came to the class because of his responsibility to do. But finding a lonely classroom was really not eajoyable. 
    Fortunately, on Monday he got a good class situation. Although, teaching five students only, he could share something useful for him. "Sir, what's our leasson today?"Asked Yeng in class. "Well... We're going to talk about literary works this time."Said Mr. Yan to answer. "Wkat's that sir? I mean what's that mean?"Asked Yu Yang to get more clearly. "Ok. Actually all of you have known about this." Said Mr. Yan starting to explain. "All of you of course have known about film, poetry or poem, play, novel or short story, or even a song. So, all of these are kinds of literary works." "Ooo...Got it sir!"Responded them. 
Yu Yang then was asked by Mr. Yan to write on the white board one of poems. She is one of students who get the advantageous life being a student in this school. He has passed on the test to join on exchanging international students. 
   "I like this class!"Stated Mr. Yan on his mind. "They are only five indeed but gave a lot of inspiration talking this lesson."Thought Mr. Yan relieved. One of things that Mr. Yan usually says with them that they are smart but didn't show they arrogant, even they know that they have a good competence on English. "I really appreciate them study in class with me." 
   Maybe the situation is a little different from the top rank of classes of the eleventh, exact one. Those who Mr. Yan love to meet in class were absent. The only student from this class who stayed didn't show up her face too. As a result, the day of teaching in this school was really like a mourning day for him.
  Their attendance in Mr. Yan class had a little given a good spirit to him handled his class that day. What a nuance? The following day was a day which was really as a mourning day. 

The expression of a mourning teaching day on Feb’10th 2015