The Sweat Tears of The Girl
I was born in Malang
on July 21st, 1997. When I was child, I was include as a naughty child. My mother often said to me…
“Actually, when there is your friend who walk in front of you… directly, you
hit her or him without any reason…” Until now… I felt that I never did it. I
just remembered the first time when I
went to the kindergarten school… At that time, I was very hate to go to school.
I remembered… when my mother delivered me to go to school… and when we already arrived there, my
mother came back to house to do some activities… and directly, I accompanied
her from her back side and she didn’t know it and…when we arrived in the house,
I was hiding on the back side of the door to make surprise. On that situation…I
thought, she would be happy with my
arrival, but…the fact was… she was little bit angry to me and delivered me
again to the school. In the school… when the lesson would be started, I cried
so loud because I wanted to come back my house… but the teachers locked all of the door in the classroom. I still
cried and tried to open the door, but because of my body was too short… so I
could not open it. At that
time… I just thought that the teachers were really mean to me.
I also ever had
experience… when I was around 5 years old, I was given green bean snack ( I forgot, whose person that gave that thing to me). I didn’t eat it directly, but I played it. I put it into my nose cavity,
and… suddenly I could not take it out and I was very afraid… I cried and called my father. My father was very worried about me and he asked me to squish it
and… Alhamdulillah when I did it… the green bean succeeded going out from my
nose cavity and I stop crying.
Another story… when I
was in elementary school, grade 2, I ever had bad mark in mathematics… Ya... I
got zero and I told to my friend “Hey… don’t tell this to my mother, please.”
But… suddenly,
when my mother picked
me up… she said it without any reason and I was very angry but, I tried to keep silent in front of my mother. On
the way to go to house, I said “Mom, don’t tell father about it”... In the evening my father checked my tasks that I got from the school and he looked my math mark. He
was not angry, but he said, “What is
this…? Why you can get it?” At that time I just kept silent and my father
tweaked my ear. I felt that when my father did it, it was like... my father
just touched my ear. But… I didn’t
know why, suddenly I cried. Maybe… at that time I felt so sad because I got bad
mark. After my father tweaked my ear, directly I came to my mother to get
protection. My mother tried to make a play for me, so that I stopped crying.
And… when I was four
grade, mostly my friends said that our math teacher was like vicious person.
But… I thought, it was wrong, I tried
to understand him by looking to another side and I succeeded to do it. I tried
to learn more what is actually mathematics for.And…because of him I began to interest in math. You could say that he
was the first person who made me believe that “The essence of mathematics is
not to make simple things complicated, but to make complicated things simple.”(By:
S. Gudder). Although sometimes, I thought that math could make me crazy
because difficult to me to find the answer. But… there were something special in math… m-a-t-h was a foundation
and basic to study another lesson and every time you would meet thousand number
that relate with math and when we had to face the question about math, we
didn’t only have one way to find the correct answer but we had many ways to find
the perfect answer.
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In this senior high
school, I found my new life, it was started in the dormitory of SMAN 10 Malang.
The first time when I entered this dorm, I often had a feeling of homesick, because I miss my family,and although I
was Malang student… my parents often visited me here. But, step by step I could
face my new life. I tried to enjoy with activities in this school and dorm,although it made me so tired and when
I related it with activities when I was in Junior High School, it was “very”
different. Sometimes, I felt so stress because of that, especially when there
was one off-day, but… school or dormitory side still organized the event and it
was held all day full. Sometimes, I thought that, it should be student day to
take a break after long week we studied.
But… it was my real life and I had to face it although it was hard and I had to be smart to manage my time.
I was not alone, I had friends
here who help me to give color in my real life. And... they were my second
family who close to me. So... sometimes, when I felt down, I could think that, "They can face their life and me too."
One story left, the first time on the
MOS section all of student grade 10 were divided into 9 houses and I was the
one of Dove House member. At that time, I didn't know, the
meaning of “house” in this school. And, because we still didn't know each other
I felt so gauche to talk and
I ever thought to move in the other house. But… step by step I knew… about the meaning of house… and we were gathered because
we had same characters with each other. And... until
know... I thought that it was true.