Portocal Journey

Ahh.. First day of 365 days in one year ahead. I think it is a must for me to force my self to be more 'discipline' in blogging. Like what I will tell in this post. It's one of the most important events in my life throughout last year, 2014. Or, uhmm.. yesterday. It was my first Teacher's Day celebration as a teacher. When I was a school student, I used to celebrate it. It's a must. But I did it as a student. It means I greeted my teacher and this time, I got it from my students.

Sadly I had a class in Medistra on that day. I can't follow the ceremony. After my class in Medistra, I was in rush to SMK and the ceremony was over. The teachers and students were shaking hand alternately when I reached there. I was the only one who wore the different uniform so I was kinda shy to join them. Then one of my students approached me. A boy in sophomore. He gave me something wrapped in pink or purple paper. I was surprised and almost feeling shy because I'm not a homeroom. Fortunately I still remembered to thank him for the gift. It's a blue food carrier inside. My friends nagged me since they got nothing. Lol.

Every teachers and staffs; include the cleaning services got a jersey-like T-shirt on that Teacher's day. After the ceremony, we had breakfast in the School Hall and the Headmaster greeted the whole teachers Happy Teacher's Day. Because it was the birthday for the whole teachers in Indonesia, our headmaster gave gifts for the teachers who were born on that date. We had Nasi Urap and Nasi Tumpeng. For the Nasi Tumpeng, our headmaster advised the single teachers to eat. Who know we will meet out mate soon. I was one of the teachers who follow his advise. Lol.

I regret myself no be able to manage time to blog like I used to. I realised I've lost so many important memories which should be kept in this blog. Everything 'first time'.

So many 'first time' memories which actually can be written if only I'm not that lazy, or if I'm a little bit diligent, my body was tired so badly.

My first time face the students in a class, how to get their attention. Like, "hey, there is someone standing in front of your class. It's me, your NEW teacher".

My first time in Independence Day ceremony, joining other teachers standing in teachers' standing spot, in KORPRI batik shirt.

My first salary!! How I was proud giving my first salary to my parents. It's a small amount of money, though.

My first Teacher's Day as a teacher not a student. I used to greet my teacher with Happy Teacher's Day but now I got it from my students. Even they were jokingly ask what present I want on that day 💑

I got a cute present! A purple food carrier from my student, a boy. I'm teaching in a vocational school. Most of the students are boys which I and You have known the students are so much "different" from common senior high school 🐰

But I really feel blessed for the chance to know my students. I am their teacher but slowly but sure I did learnt so many things from them. From the simplest thing, learn not to be an ego-centric teacher. I have to understand them that they do not study on my subject only. I learn how to control my emotion and try my best to motivate them. I even had learnt that I have to imitate how to talk with a toddler when I was with my girl students ⛄they are so sensitive. I am young. I don't want to be considered as their rival.

 Next week is the new semester. I promise myself I will force my soul to blog regularly. Even it was only 5 months more or less but I can not recall the whole things had happened 🐷 it's truly a sin!

We ordered Blepot Burger if I'm not mistaken it is the name. Blepot means messy. It's too big in real. The sauce you look covered the burger is made of ground beef. So yummy! Worry will cause any food waste, we finish it by sharing and after making sure it was done perfectly, we ordered another dish. Spaghetti uhm.. something.

Finally after months I can get my breath back to its normal circulation. I can sleep peacefully without any worry for the undone assignments. I can have my breakfast like a boss in front of the TV with those two-bit gossip programmes but still worth it done in the leisure time. I do not need to prepare any materials to give to my students for the next meeting; in two schools. 

If you need to know, I struggle to get through this semester. I came to campus just to submit my assignments and to get the new ONES. Wednesday is the worst among the whole week. I have to attend my class in my first school, hurry up to another school after the bell rang and then carry my backpack filled with laptop, books, lunch box and wedges to campus with the stress of undone assignments or if it had been done, another stress of debating with my group mates about the miscommunication of how we should do it. Yes I put my wedges into my backpack since I can't stand its heels so I bring a flat shoes as reserve. 

And Thursday, I have classes start from 8 am to 5.30 pm with some breaks in between. That is why Friday is a great day for me. I smile since that day and back frowning when Sunday comes. It is too close to Monday!! Lol. And now... The holiday has come. It is started by me and my classmates went to a waterpark in Pancurbatu. We went there on weekdays because first, it's cheaper. haha.. And then, it was less crowded than weekend. We swam like in our private pool. We had a very good time. We splashed water to others like baby huey. We held each other's waist and slided from the pool slide which is almost 17 meters tall. And of course took so many photos. And it's look like we are so blessed on that day because last Thursday was the only day in this week which the sun shined so bright.

I really, really rarely re-post something from another sources but this time is an exception. Because what? It's so touching!

A picture can speak a thousand words, such as photographs taken by a pair of these grandparents. Every season change, their picture taken with the same pose, in front of their home as a memento of their love journey.

From the photos below you can see a touching love story, a love story that is filled with happiness, hope, loyalty, and sometimes filled with the grief and loss.

Can you imagine what the grandpa feels?