One Saturday

Last Saturday, when I was still in my hometown, I went to my high school with my high-school-mate.

It was really fun coming back to that school not as a student.
It made you reminisced the things that had happened on the last 3 years.
Times went like forever when I was at that school, especially the last 1 year.
I still remembered that my principal said this in the opening ceremony when I was still a freshman:

"Di suatu sore nanti, saya akan melepas kalian semua dari sekolah ini."

I used to think, when the hell it would come.
Finally, that time came.
Through all stress and pressures, slow but sure, it did come.
It was like a dream that you finally graduate and got out from that school.

The school which you used to hate.
The school which you used to promise that you wouldn't ever come back again for any reason.
The school which had one of the most competitive circumstance I've ever had.

Yet,it is
the school that pushed me to the my maximum ability so that I could explore and find out my ability,
 the school that had given me so many opportunities to learn and grow,
the school that disciplined me,
the school that taught me how to be independent and strong,
the school where I can have amazing friends till today,
the school where I can have precious uncountable experiences.

Anyway, we explored that school by sneaking to 2nd floor and saw my-used-to-be classrooms, and eating the famous food there which was "MIE BABI".

Also I went to the other canteen where I used to eat noodles and drink the same juice every day.
When I went to that canteen and wanted to buy the juice, the juice-seller unexpectedly still recognized me and called my name.
He asked me whether I still wanted to have the same juice like I used to have when I was in high school.
Then he asked where my university was and asked whether my place got the effect of the tsunami or not.

I don't know why but this small incident kept me smiling the whole day.
I was guilty though coz even I don't know what his name is, yet he knew mine.

I think maybe because I haven't forgotten yet,
I am still remembered by the surroundings I used to have.

Spending 3 years in Santa Ursula is bitter, sweet, and strange.

There are many tiring, stressful, and unpleasant memories.
However, there are thousand other undescribable memories.
To be honest, i don't know whether they were all good or not.

1 thing I know for sure is that they have added colours in my life.

Anw,
terima kasih Santa Ursula.