THE PRINCE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
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On the first day, my three friends and I began to appear in an impres primary school foundation, precisely in SDI Field. It was not far from the city, the first thing I experienced was a fear that I had never felt, from the four of us there was only a woman, my classmate on campus. He's the Densi. Many people greeted Della, the name was taken as an abbreviation for the good she did. Densiana Ladus (Della), she's the strangest woman, she's really crazy, laughing that's what she does.

We start with the business on campus. From August 25 to September 5, the registration schedule for PPL students for the seventh semester, yes, we are the person. Della continued to laugh, registering herself on September 4 at exactly 11:30, and I also registered on September 5, due to less than average economic circumstances.

The day Della enrolled, she forgot the format or approval data from the school. At that time I was at home and doing something that sucks, let's just say rough work. Suddenly a ringtone (oasis) is heard in the ear. My phone has a call from a new number. I picked up the call.

"Who?" My toot.

"Now to the campus of the PPL registration room and down the form of the principal."

I knew it was Della's voice. I prepared myself, and then left. On campus I parked the motor under the wood I wanted to cut. Then hurry to the room.

Whafs-tok...

The sound of the door I was knocking.

"Come in.." voice from within.

"Good day mother.." I said.

Then I'll leave it to the lecturer's mother "Format from school".

One of my friends said, "Ngo nia keta hau bo?"

"Lawo kudut pareng leso!!"

Everyone laughed, including the mother and father of the lecturer who were in the registration room. All problems are solved. We also rushed home.

The next day, I rushed to enroll immediately, so that I became an active student as a PPL participant. Meanwhile, the two PPL friends still have no news.

Yes, I am very sad to see a mother who works hard for the fate of a child and hopes that her child will be good. Him, my hero. My superheroes.

My mother from toddler until I was growing up was able to raise me until now. I can't repay all her kindness, just prayer and always work, that's how I repay and make a dear mother happy.

Your mother is my guide

I was really worried and doubtful

When I saw my mother in pain at that moment

I'm starting to be fragile and want to be ashes

When everything passes quickly

For you my mother

On September 08, 2017 the briefing began. For two days of work he could only sit, be quiet, sleepy. And worse, many shoot each other natural gas from the bottom of the body, aka "FART". Gas is the simplest and can harm the next-door neighbor.

The last day of the PPL debriefing, we did the Catholic routine. Following the Eucharistic celebration, ask God for help in PPL activities to be carried out on September 11 to November 18.

On September 12, the four of us started attending school. The feelings that arise at that time are anxiety, worry, fear, embarrassment and the worst is the desire to pee often.

When the first day at the SDI Field, we were directly divided into each of the subjects we were involved in. And since from toddler I like Indonesian lessons, therefore I immediately put myself as a fifth grade Indonesian teacher.

On the other hand, my comrade Della, struggled in the natural world (IPA learning), and the Greek national child Rekos, eiiitzzz, put himself in the world of calculus and numeracy that never solved. Mathematics is a very boring and the most feared learning in education.

While a first brother, I often also call samsung android, galaxy, or others. Yes, he is Sam Ambut, teaching as a teacher who most often uses the lecture method. Yoopzzz... IPS. Or often referred to using the language of manggarai "ITA POTI SAKI". And he also held strong PPKN lessons. Pegennnya want to be a political party but, heemm. That's how we were at SDI Field.

Since the second day we all entered in various classes with capitalized lessons that we wanted. I went to the fourth grade to introduce myself. There I started greeting fourth graders, then I introduced myself.

All the fourth graders were very good, especially the umi cs. The guy is a bit kepo, often asked only. And my handsome bitch "yesral". His father often called him "tele". He's the most recalcitrant student in fourth grade, he likes to annoy friends.

The break bell rang...

Everyone rushed out. Soon the bell came in and rang again. Time to get into fifth grade. I was greeted with a boisterous roar of the voices of the fifth grade Elementary students.

"Good day." I said, I'd like to make a self-introduction, and then ask them to introduce themselves one by one. It was annoying, fifth grade numbered 41 people. Uuhhhmm.The head started to hurt, a lot of noise came in. Coincidentally there is also the sister of my friend, rein "the rain", handsome but more.

We did our activities for about two months, there we learned how to be a good human being. Too many memories together that I can't describe with words.