My Story

the color of life :)      

I'm here not without a struggle. The easy-just up the court of the land. Invective surroundings as if whipped. Not infrequently this patter flood the island cotton, which faithfully accommodate welling rain from both eyeball this. These hearts are always screaming, why should all avoid for a kindness. Why must all swear if I was capable. They do not know anything, but acted as if had roamed the whole world. They just said, according to their logic. They never ask in their little hearts. That nothing is impossible if Allah SWT. have wills. Initially was stressed, had wanted to withdraw prior to the war. But a tremendous boost from the people closest to me determined to continue my struggle. I believe if God was testing me, then God still love me. Surely God will give way as long as we continue to remember Him, prejudiced both Him, and willing to undergo every test from Him. 

First I'm here, I'm accompanied by my sister. My sister was the first to support me to come here. With the remaining scholarship in junior high school, I met all the needs of new students, including registration fees yesterday. Want to re-list too, I was hesitant. Is this the best of God for me? Is this the most convenient place that He chose me to gain knowledge? I don’t know, I'm not sure before I felt like grief later. Clearly this is one of the plan that has been written for me. I have to go through. 

I include people who are friendly, I easily found a friend at enrollment. But all that I know the time of enrollment none of the friends of the MOS. When following the MOS I feel a bit hard to adapt. My friends here seem to lack respect soldier with little people like me. But I still can not suudzon, maybe they just have not been able to diffuse like me who do not really mingle with them. Luckily stiffness was melted at the last moment MOS. And it turns out the class were randomized again, and this time for a single year class of X. More fortunate, I was one class with some friends who I met during registration. I go straight into their niches, they also have also been carried in my conscience. Here the first time I really fell in love. And for the first time I also feel the pain of being hurt in love. But thank God, I can respond in love for a moment that should not exist in me wisely. Despite the hint of tears of regret for the foolish and ignorant I might have put his heart to him. (Hehehe) 

Day after day I went through with new friends here. Jokes and laughter, bitter, bitter, we spent together. Seemed to have become family, co-exist with each other. Until not feel we had to separate because of different majors, different classes, and friends are different. But it does not matter, as long as we are open, accepts all differences and open our hearts to new friends, Hopefully everything will be okey.  

Class XI, according to senior experience, this middle class is a time for mischievous, but not necessarily forget the achievements. And proven, many children who previously shone in class X, now dimmed, there was even an outage. No exception with me. Lazy prolonged illness was excruciating. Previously not been remedy. Now there's motto, "do not remedy, not exciting". Good heavens, what the devil is holding tight my soul? Up to easily break my spirit to learn and gain knowledge. I was really sorry, when i should remedy chemistry chapter acid, alkali, salt to 2 or 3 times then, I've been a little forgotten. I was really embarrassed and sad. I'm trying desperately to learn that chapter. And thank God I got away, while there are still a few friends who have to repeat. It's really dissapointed. But in class XI is happy. There is a chance a study tour to Bali. At first I was hesitant to participate. But my sister once again dismissing the doubts. My sister told me she would bear it. When will you go to Bali if you do not take this chance? If others can, you can too. Subhanallah, I'm really lucky to have a sister like her. Oh my God, grant me the opportunity to repay those who have made me capable of this kind. 

At the end of class XI, I felt very scared. Fear of losing friends incredible that I find in this class. I hope we still stay together. But school policy decided to shuffle back in class XII. Actually it's not a problem, but I do not know, this heart will not break. Again, I must remember this for the good. So, do not worry, He's more Understand what we do not understand. 

Day of a tough day in class XII. Materials, assignments, tests, remedy, and BIB into food that never lacking for us. Although time was disappointed because it should be encrypted, but it turns out, I actually finding new things in this class. Time is not even a year I went through with my friends here. Though not always together, as one word yes. But we remain one harmonious family and hilarious.I really can be happy here with them, do everything together, Spent the last time in this high school by friends like them who are excellent. 

I am grateful to finish my studying here. But this is not the worst. This is just the beginning of a real struggle. I wish I could realize my dreams that have been interwoven beautifully. May God bless every steps of me. May He always be in my heart and my mind. May He painted a beautiful plan for my world and my hereafter. And hopefully what I choose is the best of Him for me, for my religion, and for my life of present and future. Amiiin…

To the beloved Mrs. Dianawati (XG '08 / '09), Mr. Whassi and Mr.Ayiek (XI IPA 2 '09 / '10), and Mrs. Retno (XII IPA 2 '10 / '11), has become a companion and wonderful mentors for us. For all teachers of SMANTI, thank you for all the services that teacher’s provide. We are sorry if we are very troublesome. For all teachers of counseling, thanks already helped us in achieving our future early. For all residents of SMANTI, thanks for everything. I and my friends will surely miss you so much, SMANTI ... :-)