Num Ja Thaing - The Biography of the Most Beloved

“I would like to see the timetable.”

At the end of my speech, the student affairs department looked up without a smile...

"Hey, who are you going to, Athun?"

"I can't go to Ko Thet Aung without asking."

Ma Ma Pyone turned the timetable page by page, searching for the exact place.

“Teacher U Thet Aung will be at the high-speed train station.”

I said goodbye to Ma Ma Myeon and left.

As I turned my back on the Student Affairs Office and headed towards the lab, I felt a pang of inadequacy inside me.

It's as if I knew that you would be watching my back with some thought, my dear...

When I reached the bridge between the first and second buildings, I looked at the fountain. The fountain had not been filled with water for a long time, so the pond was dry.

As the first day of the school year approached, I saw the school's iconic sycamore tree. The tree was already wilting from the long winter.

At the third exit of the corridor, turn left. After passing a few rooms, you will come to the high-voltage testing room.

When I looked around through the open door, I saw Thet Aung busy with his equipment among the students. I decided to stand and wait in the corridor outside.

The clock on the roof above the corridor shows fifteen minutes to three. I have no problem waiting fifteen minutes.

As I leaned against the corridor railing, my eyes wandered into the laboratory.

There, the line on the west wall caught my eye.

It is dangerous.

(1)

Thinking back, I remember everything in detail, just like in a moment.

We are just starting our fourth year of electrical engineering, which is called a three-year, two-year engineering course.

The first one I entered that year was the high school teacher.

I'm in class, I'm energetic, and I'm in the lab right now.

In everyday practice, it's just small devices like small meters, small generators, and small strands of wire that can be tested on a table.

Now, when it comes to transformers, large insulation boxes, generator breakers, etc., the equipment is also quite large in size.

Besides, the room was very big. Except for the glass door that led into the room, there were only emergency signs on all three sides. “Dangerous” led to nursing procedures, rules, and emergency phone numbers. People could get sick.

Meanwhile, teachers are also so strict about what they can and cannot do, that the work they have to do is not limited to the area, and even ordinary people cannot get close.

I was so excited that I had just entered the third year of electrical engineering school and was starting to feel like I had to deal with this issue once I got into the engineering field.

That's a good thing. I'm proud to say that I've entered the world of engineering.

I watched the teacher's work with a different focus than every year. When the teacher pressed the button that connected the large wires and devices, the circuit started working with a whirring sound. The teacher also explained the circuit and how it worked, and his hands were busy pointing and pointing.

The teacher will turn off the switch once the explanations are complete.

"Now... you guys continue like this."

He pushed it aside.

Here, a student is about to grab a piece of wire to start.

"Hey....Hey....Wait...Wait...

The teacher quickly pulled his hand away, then took a large piece of wire and connected the two terminals of the transformer.

"Bang"

I was startled by the unexpected sound. The student's eyes were wide open...

The teacher said, "Whenever you do these experiments, always shock them before you touch them. Electricity is always present. Never forget that."

I sighed. I was interested in the experiments. But I still had something more interesting to do. So I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:30.

Not bad. I'll be there in half an hour. I'm also having a little trouble. I can overcome the first year, second year, third year, difficult exams and reach the fourth year. But... I still haven't been able to cross the small bridge that I tried to cross since the first year, so I'll have to keep trying.

"November"

Going to November...

( 2 )

The large stone wall is decorated with small colorful stones, forming a waterfall. Behind the waterfall is a large electricity pole. Bright rays of light are shining from the top of the pole.

The University of Medicine (1) used to be an engineering college, and the large murals by U Ohn Lwin are a reminder of its history.

Sitting with my back against a pillar in front of the large paintings on the edge of the central lawn, I waited for November to come. As I looked at the paintings, my thoughts became more concentrated.

I tend to be very imaginative.

Mya Lay has said this often.

"Koko is very imaginative."

My mother used to say that often.

"You're so imaginative..."

I tend to be very imaginative.

That's why I'm writing little poems even though I'm immersed in practical work that has nothing to do with my imagination, even though I'm at the Institute of Technology.

A poetry friend from the University of Arts and Sciences said, “I always joke that I am a poet made of machinery.”

In fact, imagination is not something that can be tamed whenever you want. If I have to admit it without shame, it is November that makes us tame our imaginations and make us miss poems.

I used to write for kids. But until I graduated from the tenth grade, let's say. Until I met November. The kind of poetry I wrote was just simple poems with words like "the value of labor, love, and love... the flag of wisdom, the people, the virtuous, the great teacher."

That side is not like that anymore.

Poems often contain hearts, pain, flowers, leaves, kisses, dried flowers, and tears.

This is the engine in the premises of medicine (1).