This morning is the usual morning for almost all cities in my country. Cold and almost damp, with bone-chilling air. I got on my motorcycle and went to school after parting words with my parents. I took the usual road to school, and arrived early. That morning I knew that I wouldn’t be attending any classes because of the student council, so last night I made a portfolio report for the first class in the morning, Biology. I submitted a paper about square watermelons from Japan and the teacher, Mr. Akhlas seemed happy with it so I didn’t feel guilty when summoned by one of the student council officials for literally jump out from the class.