I mostly took public transportation from my hometown to Dhaka. But whenever I have the chance to catch a varsity bus, I jump at it, for a variety of legitimate reasons. To begin with, traveling in a varsity bus is much more comfortable than taking public transportation. Moreover, everyone on this bus is a student, and it is far safer than public transportation. Then there's the most important reason: there's no attack from transgender people, which I despise the most.
Today, while riding in the varsity bus, I noticed a student asking another student, "Are you happy with your current situation?" He smiled, then told the other student that happiness is a word that changes all the time and that you have no control over it, but he is content with what he has. He also assumed that no one could claim that he was the happiest person on the planet because everyone has problems. It can be mental or physical; in these cases, it is not so much what you are going through or what you are dealing with as it is how you are dealing with them. The other friend looks concerned after hearing this.
I spent the next few minutes enjoying the fresh breeze coming through the bus window while listening to soothing music on my headphones; I love old music from the 1980s and 1990s that always cheers me up when I'm on the bus or traveling somewhere. Suddenly, the bus comes to a stop near a fuel pump for fuel, and some of the students get off to take a quick tea break or get some fresh air. At the time, I noticed two students having a serious conversation, with one asking another, "Do I look like your dad or mom?" No, said the other students. So why would I pay your bill? After that, they started fighting with their words (most of which are so vile that I won't say them here). That's how it all began, and how a new drama was born. Most of these students are juniors, so when I went to speak with them, I shouted even louder, saying, "Why are you two fighting like kids? You two should behave yourselves; you are no longer children "They became terrified and told them to leave this drama behind and get the hell out of there.
In the meantime, our bus is ready to resume its journey to Dhaka. These two incidents made me realize one thing, at the end of the day, having a higher degree or studying at a good university will not give you a well-educated certificate; rather, how you behave and interact with others will make you a better person.
