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  • Table Manner: Round 2

    You might (or might not) remember that last year I took a table manner course as one of the requirements to pass Intercultural Communication class. I passed the class successfully (I got a B); but since I was supposed to take that class this semester, I didn’t take the table manner course with my classmates. It was such a bummer because I got to attend the course with seniors. I didn’t dress very well and didn’t take many pictures.

    That was why I decided to retake the course (not the class, though; only the table manner course).

    Last year, the table manner course was held at lunch time and the students wore more casual. This year, it was held at dinner time and we were asked to wear formal clothes. The guys were all suited up and the girls wore dresses. Everybody took the course very seriously that some of them went dress and shoes hunting and such. Suddenly it was all like high school and prom night over again. It was fun, though, since I didn’t attend my senior prom in high school (it’s a sad story I don’t wanna tell ya. Sorry…)

    I wore a cute pink-ish purple floral dress (of which Velentina said was unlike me at all) and had my make up and hijab done by Ian. I took 130+ photos and had fun. It was much more fun than last year, I swear!

    And being pretty didn’t prevent me from being me. I photobombed. A lot!

  • “Guru adalah pahlawan tanpa tanda jasa.”

    The title is a famous saying in my country. I don’t know if there’s an English version of the saying, but it literally means “Teachers are heroes without medals.” You know, since they have a very noble and honourable job, teaching (and raising) young generations and future leaders.

    And I may or may not become one.

    Growing up, I had always wanted to be a teacher. When I was a kid, I used to play with my friends where they played students and I got to play the teacher. It was fun. And I also have some relatives who are teachers, so teaching has been a part of my life so far. When I was a senior in high school, I knew that I wanted to go major in English education. It was simply because 1) I wanted to be a teacher; and 2) I loved English.

    My dad was a little bit (just a tiny bit) against my idea. He thought that I shouldn’t have taken English as my major; English was supposed to be a complementary, not the primary thing to study. But he let me choose it anyway.

    And here I am now, almost at the end of my seventh semester in English Education Department. Do I still want to be a teacher? I doubt so. Why, you may ask? Because I partially don’t feel the passion anymore. When I’m sitting in front of my laptop like this, writing and reading stuffs on the internet, being a teacher is not what I want anymore. I want to be something else, just not teacher.

    However, I really enjoyed teaching in fifth grade a few weeks ago. I even thought of going back to the school to teach for several more meetings.

    I’ve still yet to figure out what I want to be after graduating university and getting my sarjana pendidikan degree. But as for now, I know I have to be a teacher. At least for the student teaching program; one full semester starting on February.

    Oh and by the way, did I tell you that I’m going to student-teach in SMAN 3 Bandung? It’s currently number one high school in Bandung. Boy am I so afraid to start this program.

  • Oh December!

    For us seniors, this December is the last month to sit in class and (pretend to) listen to the teachers and lecturers. This is the last month to be overwhelmed by the (seemingly) never ending homeworks and assignments. Next month, we’re all going to have our very last exams as college students. After that, we’ll have a drama performance and then we should say goodbye to campus life and focus on the student teaching program. The program will last for a semester, and then we should start focusing on our final paper.

    The end is near; it’s actually getting closer and closer each day.

  • Quoted Saturday

    One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. (Paulo Coelho)

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  • Hi! Miss Molly here! (And I got tons of pictures of me.)

    Silly Darla took a blurry picture of me

    Hello… I’m Miss Molly, Darla’s new cat. She loves me so much that she allows me to write a blog post on invade her blog. So, let me introduce myself:

    My name is Molly. Duh. But I prefer being called Miss Molly. Thank you.

    I’m only 4 months old, but I’m already fabulous. I even have black spots on the right side and left side of my nose which look like a moustache. Add a monocle, and I look like this guy.

    My hobby is disturbing Darla whenever she has a lot to do on her laptop. My favourite way to disturb her is by minding my own business on top of her laptop’s keyboard, like…

    …doing yoga pose

    …or just chillin’.

    But Darla is quite clever. I once fell into her trick:

    The Other Keyboard Trick

    So I tried to find out another way to disturb her, that is by…

    …staring at her from top of the television.

    But staring is boring, ya know. I ended up falling asleep. Silly me!

    No. I didn’t give up just yet, humans. I found another way to disturb her. I decided to…

    …sit on Darla’s lap.

    Nope. Didn’t work either. You must have guessed that…

    …I fell asleep. Once again. And now with this ‘heil Hitler’ pose.

    Ugh. I’m such a failure! But I managed to beat her once, when I finally got that chair on her work station. Yay, me!

    So, once again, I’m fabulous. And because you’ve been sticking with me through this post, I’m going to give you a sexy picture of me: