Frown

Yesterday, I stuck on a blog of my teacher. Wow, her blog was awesome. From there, I could conclude that she is the best teacher ever. She is not like me, just writing so many boring articles about personal life. She shared many tutorials about software, etc (I don’t understand about this one.), wrote her thought about so many problem in Indonesia education, announced her students’ mark in her subject, she shared about her personal life too, but just a little. The most important is that everything she wrote is in English. Not a bad English like mine, but a very excellent one. 

Apparently, I don’t have to wonder too much about her. She was an alumna of my school, achieving so many achievements. She always became the first in her class (if she was not, she would go suicide, seriously) and as far as I know, she won The National English Debate Competition among vocational high schools in Indonesia.

Reading her blog brings me back to the past, about three years ago, when I took my first step in that school. It was strange at first, but as time goes by, I fell in love with that school. Having loads of friends, taking pleasure in school facilities, joining a lot of extracurricular activities, being popular (honestly I am not pretty sure, haha), and having a senior as my boyfriend. Everything seemed to be very perfect, flawless. Oh, people are true saying that the most precious moment in one’s life is in high school. But I just could smile in a year having that happiness, before I must say bye-bye to everyone in the 2^nd year. :’(

I had to move into new school, my mom said. My dad had to work in other city, and I didn’t have any options except going along with my family. I cried, just could cry. Why should be me? I was not ready to see that I no longer had many friends, no longer take pleasure in school facilities, no longer join a lot of extracurricular activities (fyi, I won the first place in the English Debate Competition in my school), no longer popular, no longer have senior as my boyfriend. I lost everything I used to have in my hand.

Being a new student is difficult, it’s not easy to find a friend I can share with. :(

 My new school is neither national standardized nor international standardized, no

 facility could support me. :(

The extracurricular activities in my new school don’t accept the new student like me unless I want to be one of the juniors. (and I don’t like it). :(

I am new. It’s impossible if I rapidly become well-known in new school. :(

My new school just has girls, girls, and girls. No boy! Oh, too bad :(

Of course, I was very depressed. I lost my self-esteem. Suddenly I felt like I want to be my teacher. Before I moved, as I won the English Debate Competition, I was chosen as my school representatives to join the national competition, like she did. But what would it be if I had moved?

Be grateful of what you have today, you’d never know when you lost them…