Maybe my school isn’t the best, maybe my
school isn’t really great, although my school is different with usual public
school in Indonesia, but this place is something that I always wanted to be
there.
My
school is the only public school that uses name of a hero instead of number
just like another public school in the whole country. And this school has
dormitories, so this is where I live now. Maybe I can say this place is the
less wanted by many student, the lazy one, like me. Because it has three
curriculum, the three years national curriculum become one year in the first
year, that become the hardest year, and there are also Cambridge curriculum and
Olympiad curriculum, in the second year, and completed by being drilled for
National Test by the teacher in the third year. But I have a reason why some
word is written here.
I’m
not only one, I mean literally but not so literally, or whatever because I
don’t how can I describe it, I’m five, i have separated five group of
personalities that I pretend them as my imaginary friend. Every imaginary friend
represents one of my bad and my good side of myself. And the lazy one but
optimist was conquering my soul before I came to this school. I was very lazy
at that time
I
came to this school because the test was earlier than another school and I’ve
already accepted there because my diligent but pessimism friend in me was in
its peak. And then I was very lazy to pick another school test because I think
I can study for national test and play the whole two-month holiday after that
instead picking up a test for searching a new school. I was thinking that I
would be regretting because the reality of this school was so hard, but then I
found something that make me see something behind that reality.
In
the two-month holiday, I found something that really changed my perspective of
life. And then I saw my school differently. This place is the best for me to
study because it feels different when I study in my house, and this place is
full of people that want to study. And that makes my lazy side died, although
not completely, and makes any other good side alive. And that time I just
realized, I’m still a little candlelight, I can’t shine so bright in this
world, but I can see myself gleaming a small color spectrum on the wall, that
tells me that I could be a rainbow, that is very bright, even brighter than a
shooting star, and someday, I will.
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