I was there once.

*me riding at an ordinary bus staring outside the window*

Having this project proposal for my semester requirement obliged me to go back to the place where I met a group consisting of 26 different students. (define different!!)

It’s been a year and more and whenever I think of what have been made and happened I can’t avoid to be overcast. It might be a little weird (or may be I am really weird) but that place made me find peace in the midst of crowdedness. Delight in the center of commotion. Peace in the peak of fright.

Those people (technically they were students back then) made the stay worthwhile. I may not be the best sv for that year, but I know I had the best group who contributed a lot to my reservoir of ecstatic remembrance.

And the air now is making me a little nostalgic. The gust of wind drifts me on to the bygone. The group I handled taught me a lot. I may be the sv for that moment but I know deep inside that I was also a student learning from them, learning from the community, learning from my self. I am an everyday student. And being on a lead won’t stop me from learning.

I miss them. I miss the group. I miss the undying laughter. The diaries that serve as their area for an unuttered grievances. The food that made our collation like feast. Their superb assistance when it comes to rations. Them being indolent, responsible, diligent, contemptuous. Them who were frightened, who alienate, who I talked privately by their diaries. Them who banter each other but making sure no one's gonna be affronted, their energy that never ceases, the idea that never ends.

But I know going back there is impossible. Being there again wouldn’t assure perfection as the former. People change. Places change, and even environment. And so do I. But above whatsoever I’m still hoping that they have kept the friendship they cultivated, not for me but for themselves.

*closes window*