Before the end of the traveling that took me back and force form home to my high school everyday, I didn’t aware that one simple ride can mean so much to me.
I studied at Sacred Heart High School, both junior high school and senior school. The school locates at the town next to the one I live. I had to take school bus everyday to go to school and to back home. All the school bus can go into three different categories: fancy, normal, and remnant from WWII. It depends on your luck that day to take which one to go home or school.
The first day of junior high school, I had a good fortune to take the bus drove by the one they called “crazy driver.” All I remember is that the anaesthesia of right hand that held tightly to the survival handle for the whole 15-20 minutes ride.