Only one thing left for me to do-BUNK and why I should not bunk classes ?

When I come to think of it, I bunked classes for absolutely no reason at all. There was no schedule, nor any predetermined plan of action. It wasn't even about heavy out touching the system as overly enthusiastic reactionaries like to proclaim. People will readily label all behavior that deviates from the norm as being 'delinquent', but my bunking classes were desperate acts of personal emancipation and nothing more.

I stay alive and rely on my own decisions and experiences to teach me about the big game of 'life'. Add to this a little self-study and I believe I have the formula for all the learning I need. My way of life has no need of classes with their nonstop presentation of meaningless and silly rituals.

Throughout high school I struggled to ‘robust' in' with the system. When I went to class I sat through the prescribed forty-five minutes in agony, stressed to concentrate and decipher the weird species of English my 'teacher' had chosen to spring on me that day. So much so, that I began producing quite an amount of the same mutilated dialect myself. Most of my 'teachers' were so fresh out of graduate school that I could never quite decide which side of the teacher's desk they really belonged to. To be blunt, I was actually losing my English! When O levels and my senior year in school rolled around I certain that I had had enough. There was only one thing left for me to do-BUNK.

So I did. I bunked to escape the dull classes. I bunked to escape the teachers with their not stimulating lectures and accusing eyes. I bunked to escape the dullness. And it worked. Or at least it seemed to. I bunked and covered my class work trough online notes providers (BunkClass.com). I did my homework regularly, and still had a lot more free time on my hands. I did not even have to go to classes! It was like a amazing vision. I was so happy …

When I bunked I visited www.BunkClass.com and played table tennis and share notes. I bunked and did not feel guilty doing it. In fact I had a great time. Of course, I planned to attend classes someday, but just not that day. Perhaps not even tomorrow, or the day after that.

My rude development came with the advent of the grade assessment week. Now I had to attend classes in order to take my tests or I would flunk. I thought this would be an easy thing to do, but it turned out I was mistaken. After having skipped so many classes for so long, I just could not get myself to go to class again. Rumors had it that my teachers were looking for me, which sounds quite ominous when you have been avoiding them for weeks.

All this group me further away from class. Every time I contemplated going to class, I expected a mob of angry, vengeful teachers neighboring me, pointing fingers and shouting at me. Bunking classes became more than an escape; it turned into an addiction (habit) and then it became a necessity. Ironically, I had to bunk classes to escape getting into trouble. I had to bunk classes in order to catch up on the sleep I lost making notes at night. It turned into a vicious cycle of bleakness that resulted in bunk after bunk.

I could not believe how quickly things had accelerated out of control. Teachers had started complaining about me to my parents, who was looking for me wherever I went. I felt like a stoop when hunting season rolled around. And the hardest thing to face was that I had landed myself in this situation.

Now I realize the problem with bunking classes and the dilemmas that come with it. What I thought was a risk-free act; I now view with suspicion and feel sorry. Running away from classes was not the solution to my troubles. There were countless times when the procrastination overwhelmed me. And even now I hope it is not too late for me to fight this.

I know that the solution to my boredom and increasing frustration with my school lies elsewhere. I regret bunking classes for many reasons, including the fact that it gave many people a wrong impression of me. Incongruously I managed to keep up to par with my class-attending peers. But still I was regarded as deviant. Maybe some of my teachers could not accept the fact that I was performing all the necessary academic requirements without even attending their classes or maybe they were angered because I had succeeded in proving that I didn't need them. That only they know; I don't. All I know is that my academic performance actually condemned me when it should have and could have lessened the severity of the situation. I will never be able to understand this.

But I have understood why I should not bunk classes for my own reasons. I should not bunk classes because I need teachers with smiling faces and nice recommendations so that I can go abroad for my further studies. I should not bunk classes because staff-room gossip is cruel and doubtful and often succeeds in bloating and distorting the crime and the criminal. I should not bunk classes because bunking classes and doing well in my studies is a sign of personal intelligence, and personal intelligence is forbidden outside the classrooms.

I should not bunk classes because I am only hurting myself. I will write this down as many times as anyone wants- on black-boards, on paper, in letters and in essays…and I know that I will just be slandered and labeled as a 'behavioral difficulty and not anything.