My Campus
I am an English Department student. I study at UPH, Lippo Karawaci. Every day is always the same. As soon as I enter the gate, a man wearing a white uniform and a dark blue trouser is checking my bag. It is to make sure that I don’t bring anything suspicious. After he checked my bag, then I may pass. My classroom located in B Building. So after the front gate I take some path leading to B Building. In the front desk at B Building, a security woman greets me. Sometimes for the girls, she is looked annoying. She will check if the girls using a proper clothes or not.
When I enter B Building, the first thing I can see is people selling snacks. I can feel the cold air from the air conditioner when I take a breath. Then I head towards the main entrance full of students who are queuing for the elevator. I take some time there, waiting the elevator to be available for me. After several minutes, I get my turns too. As soon as I Enter the elevator, I push the “5” button, because my classroom is in the 5th floor. Another person presses the “3”, so before we get to the 5th floor, we stop at the 3rd floor first.
As I get to the 5th floor, I can see empty scenery along the hall. Probably because I am late, all of the students are already in their own classroom. Sometimes when I am alone, the freezing air from the AC chills me. I looked back several times to make sure that’s nobody around. I walk away quickly to my classroom. Well, at least in my classroom I can feel more lively. That’s what I always think. My classroom is not too far from the elevator, so I can reach it in no time.
After several steps, I can see a door with a “525” written on it. Ok, this is my classroom. I can peer through the glass material on the door. Looks like my teacher is giving her lectures for today. I knock on the door, and I open it. I give a smile to the teacher, and I walk through to find my chair. I can see a small grumble in my teacher’s face. Well, it’s because I am late. My classroom is not too big. It fits for a whole class. The students who are sitting in the front row always pay attention seriously. While the back row always noisy with chat here and there. Well, I guess I’m in the right place. This is my lovely classroom.
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