Note this day

Hari ini hasil ulangan matematika bab suku banyak gue dibagikan daaan........... untuk kedua kalinya gue ga remed matematika selama di SMA ini!

Very honestly, I suck in maths, REALLY. Bahkan di bab yang menurut gue gampang ini aja, kesalahan gue terletak pada salah hitung dan ga teliti. Dan kadang-kadang masalah gue adalah, gue bener-bener ga tau itu soal mau dibawa ke mana. Blank bangetlah pokoknya. Dan yang paling gue benci dari matematika adalah, gue merasa gue nggak mati kalo ga belajar itu so why the hell would I waste my time crying for my math scores? banyak banget temen gue yang sering sibuk belajar matematika, ngutak-ngatik angka, but that's something I'll never do kecuali at least seminggu kedepan ada ulangan. mungkin karena itu ya nilai gue jelek terus, tapi gue benci banget di SEMUA sekolah takaran orang pinter adalah bisa matematika, fisika, kimia.......... padahal Oprah Winfrey pasti nggak tahu cara memfaktorkan persamaan kuadrat.

Tapi karena gue masuk IPA, ya, terpaksa lah. bisa ga bisa harus bisa, there's no other option.

Pandangan gue terhadap matematika baru berubah ketika gue tahu bahwa Edward Turin (now I know his surname, but to keep this blog safe so I won't tell his real name) adalah finalis olimpiade matematika nasional di Italia! Turns out he's a badass. Hahahahaha. He looks nothing like that. I mean, gue ga pernah tahu ada finalis olimpiade matematika nasional di Indonesia yang berani make out di depan TopShop di daerah serame Oxford Street.

Kedua, hari ini gue juga baru tahu kalau gue nggak remed kimia! Ooh sweet Godddddd!!!!!! I couldn't be happier. mungkin ini ga akan berpengaruh besar banget ya, tapi gue merasa, oke, ini hal besar. karena gue sangat amat jujur dalam ulangan kimia gue kemaren. dan meskipun nilainya, well, fairly ngepas, I know I made it.

Ketiga, hahaha, hari ini adalah pertama kalinya gue dipanggil BK gara-gara cabut. Rame-rame sih, tapi tetep aja it felt so awful. Hampir tiap minggu gue dan beberapa temen gue ini cabut bta dan selalu dipanggil untuk balik ke kelas. soalnya, kami duduk satu barisan jadi kalo kami cabut, barisan itu akan kosong melompong! Ha! Biasanya gue suka kesel banget kenapa siiiih mesti dipanggil balik lagi. apa coba hubungannya kelas kosong sama enggak? jadi most of the time kita balik karena ga enak aja ketua kelasnya udah menderita disuruh nyariin kita yang kabur. I end up daydreaming in the class, saking ga tau mau ngapain.

Bawaan gue mules kalo ketemu guru BK, dan alasannya bukan hanya karena mereka selalu ngebahas nilai tapi juga karena menurut gue, ada masalah yang suka dibesar-besarin. Satu hal yang gue benci adalah, SEMUA guru, termasuk guru BK, bilang bahwa sekolah itu cari ilmu dan bukan nilai. Guru2 BK cuma makin meyakinkan gue bahwa sekolah adalah cari nilai. Saat gue dapet nilai bagus, gue merasa menang, tapi nggak bangga2 banget. gue cuma seneng karena berarti Tuhan denger doa gue, but part of me says bahwa gue resmi menjadi bagian dari sistem yang ga sehat ini.

Nggak dimarahin sih, and it doesn't make me hate BK even more tapi... ya ampun yang cabut nggak cuma gue dan beberapa temen gue itu doang kali. in fact almost everyone has done that, turns out I'm out of luck today. jadi cuma kebetulan aja pas gue hari ini lagi iseng malah ketahuan. apakah gue kapok? well, I don't know about that.

Ruined Days

I recently had a very bad day.

It was Wednesday, and one of the worst Wednesdays ever.

I had a presentation about this bizarre assignment for my English class about the country Tunisia. The teacher, Ms. Duck, is a really pathetic teacher, I tell you. She’s smart, for sure. And she does her job kind of very well. I mean, she really can do (write, listen, read and speak) English, but down inside she’s just the same kind of conceited lady. For you who go to school with me must know this teacher. She’s soooooooooo annoying, isn’t she?

During classes, she really likes to talk about her experience while in the US and other countries like Japan, which is really boo-ring. I mean, it’s okay to be proud, but it’s way too exhausting to listen about the same thing every week. Might not be the same stories but still pathetic.

And then, my group has to show up.

My group is eventually a good group. I mean, we have this clever and really diligent boy, two class clowns, me and the another girl. I always know that Smart Boy has done his best for the presentation, and it was good, although I have to admit that it doesn’t fulfill Ms. Duck’s criteria of a good presentation.

I was the first person to speak, and thus she looked so boring. I was thinking, is there something wrong? Is that because I don’t remember almost all of my part? I know I supposed to remember all the lines, but it was ridiculous. There was too many numbers and I suck at saying numbers as well as English writings. Or maybe because… there was too many text?

But after the presentation and she had to make some recap, she said this one, horrible thing that maybe I deserve but maybe not.

“It’s actually a pretty presentation but you have to change the font color at the general information part because it’s disturbing, and there are still too many words that you actually can just say orally. Sayang kan jadinya, yang tadinya mau gaya jadi nggak bisa gitu lho,”

I DIDN’T MEAN TO GAYA-GAYAAN. FOR GOD’S SAKE THAT IS SO NOT ME!!!

My friend said that I spoke the way Miley Cyrus would answer questions. There were too many American teenager expressions such as, ‘well, like…’ or ‘kind of’. But so what nobody blame Miley for speaking like that, why should she said I was gaya-gayaan? The way I speak or do anything is the way I want it to be, or that's probably the best I can be. I can't speak as good as Shakespeare! I suck in English, I know that. But she shouldn’t bring me down, that’s not what teachers do. So SCREW YOU, MS. DUCK!

And then this Angel, who was the audience, was seriously annoying. There were too many text on the general information part, which was my part. And she spontaneously shouted, “Copy paste!” before I even ready to read it, which I replied, “Well we respect Tunisia, that’s why we don’t cut any good information about them.” I can’t remember all the things she said during my presentation because you know what, she’s a looser in English. She’s a pathetic speaker, a terrible writer, and a not-so-good listener too. So she basically has nothing to mock about me because her presentation was very dreadful until Ms. Duck was so angry.

Oh one thing I know is she kept on following the way I pronounce some words. Like, France. I really don’t know how to say it so I say ‘frangs’. And how I don’t show the ‘t’ and ‘r’ sound in some words, she followed it too like a monkey in a kindergarten.

I know her specific hobby is hurting people. I’ve been hurt too but I’m still not immune to it.

Lastly, after a sequence of not-so-fun things, my friend told me that I have to redo my interview to 6 people for the public opinion section on school’s magazine.

The reason why my work has been denied? Because the vice principal said that it was like going against the school rules.

The questions was about the new rule about no matter how late you are, the gate is still opened for you. Or the second choice was about the new regulation that school starts at 6.30, which was still unclear at the time of interview.

I mean, it’s an opinion, why is it against the school rules? I don’t get it. And the opinions of 6 students don’t mean school has to change it anyway, it’s just an opinion, it makes people think freely, not the way school wants us to be (hello, exact answers for Bahasa exams? Ridiculous.) It’s not fair. Magazine for me is about creativity, freedom of mind and journalistic. And that means there should be no borders about what can be or can’t be put on the magazine. It’s an interesting topic anyway, we all have our own opinion about that.

Now I have to change it to stupid questions such as, “Menurut kamu *** itu apa? Pernah ngelakuinnya nggak? Kalau punya kekuatan, *** apa yang akan kamu lakukan? Alasannya?” Now that’s what school must want it to be. Stupid, dull, lame, if not rubbish.