UN Class 2008

Today is my first day back to school. Just like usual, every teachers who taught us today emphasized the need for extra dilligence and motivation for the exam, only this time the exam isnt HSC but UN (Ujian Nasional).

School seemed weird. The familiar places; classes, canteen, pool, elevator, library, elipse building, yet something is missing.

My friends are missing, scattered all over the world in various colleges.

School is never going to be the same again.

Today was an extreme brain puncher. We came in, straight into hrs of Chemistry, Bahasa Indonesia, Biology, Maths, English, and lastly Physics. My brain was striving to cope with what came out of each teacher's mouth. Shit. After 2 years being a commerce student, I am now a Science student.

Me,

A science student.

See how weird yet flattering that sounds?

Anyway we are expected to work our asses off until April. My favorite month, spent striving with the UN Exams. What other Indonesian students learnt for 3 years, must be covered and stored in my still freezed brain within 3 months.

There goes my skipping-classes fantasy.

Moreover, everything is taught in Indonesian. Having spent my highschool years in English, Indonesian terms are challenging. Not impossible, but challenging. Challenging, but not impossible. Oh who am I kidding, I skrewed up. It was hard. 2 yrs with English scientific and maths terms, which until now still havent stick in my head. Now this.

Challenges, challenges.

Anyway I guess it's better than staying at home everyday, doing nothing but watching TV. I was a jelly who doesnt do anything worthy out of my holiday. But now this jelly is going to be a meat. Or salmon. Or Omega 3. Anything that's smart and dilligent until April.

And I do admit its kinda nice to see your teachers again. Your friendly, dedicated, witty, smart, brilliant, funny, and kind teachers smiling at you, congratulating your achievements in the HSC, and good lucks for the UN.

Oh I missed my teachers, BI, Maths, English, Econ, Business (yes you too sir). My precious precious classes.

My new teachers are fine, but I would prefer my teachers. All the fun we had in class (clearly when we werent preparing for the HSC). Sigh.

My precious break ritual of going down for a cup of teh poci and croissant with Shanghai. Shanghai's large appetite of nasi and pete and chilly eggs. Lunches with PPGs. Coming late for school. Running away to the library with Audi. Teasing DPH's sexy ass. Cheering and teasing Mr Kris-Will-Smith-Lookalike to slow his Math teachings. Getting teased by witty comments from Mr Kris.

Anyways.

Challenges.

This jelly shall conquer. Ha!