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Moonlight Sonata

In the midst of Coronavirus pandemic, mass hysteria, and panic buying, I suddenly found a man played Moonlight Sonata to an old elephant, Mongkol, on a YouTube channel. As if the logarithm knows what's best to keep me calm while struggling to balance work life and private life.

Anyway, Mongkol is one of many elephants that was released after years in captivity. A brutal logging practice injured him. He lost his right eye and tusk. Mongkol was rescued to Elephant World to spend the rest of his days peacefully by the River Kwai.

Working From Home, for several reasons, isn't a 100% solution for interactive learning activities since active learning and positive interactions should be done in a real face to face. All sweat, stress, and tears are worth it. Day one was the hardest.

Hopefully it will go more smoothly the following days. Oh I miss the days when I was at school, greeted parents, caregivers, and absolutely my beloved students. We were having fun until go home time and say goodbye. Life is no longer easy in 2020. Next year is another year.

As the night tuck me into the bed, let me listen to some more lyrical instruments, let me imagine if I were the one who played Mongkol the Moonlight Sonata. Looking at how he flapped his thin and large ears over and over, and swang his big and long trunk up and down, swayed his long tail side to side, all the cues he attempted to show me, remain one of the most memorable events in my life. Let me give him both a big hug and a kiss in return.

And a special thank to Ombucin for helping me to get through an unpleasant week(s). Thank you for making yourself settled down, had a cup of coffee and sat next to me. I find myself overwhelmed by every little thing. Please, heal up soon world.

(Stay safe and stay home)

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