Many things I learn by taking this course in university. No, I am not only studying English and its culture. I also learn from my friends in class, my lecturers, atmosphere of the city—things which I believe I would never find in other places.
I learn how to act as a minority, how to stand on my own feet and scream out loud—just to make people know that I am standing there. I learn how to care of small details—the composer of some songs, listening to national music all over the world, correcting my own writings—improving my writing skills by developing sentences, paragraphs, making a good topic idea, topic sentence with the supporting details.
I learn that human is a really fragile creature. That everyone might suffer from their own pain.
Perhaps I can study how to write, listen, speak, read well in English by myself, yet I can also search many resources to help me for this, I can learn many things alone in my own room. I can have a walk by the roadside and just sightseeing around the city to get better view of life. I can live nowhere, just walk, contemplate, and mingle with any situations. But if I do so, I will miss many things in life.
If I don’t take the class, I would be alone in this city. I would have no one to share my pain with, to talk with, or to hold me tight when I am really weak. If I don’t take the class, I might not have a new horizon of thinking. I might only stand up there, not listen to the minority, not even care of how they are feeling in loneliness, in the darkest moment of life.
Maybe I still have many dreams. Possibly I still really want to be someone else—but me. Perhaps I would like to go away from the fact, my real life. Yet, I should really thanks to God for what I have got in my young age.
I met many new people. My perception changes drastically, I can even laugh at myself in the past. I realize that everything is just going to fit you.
Maybe today I know what I want. I really have to let my past gone with the wind. Many things I learn by taking the course. Really. Till make me don’t know exactly where should I go next. Maybe God cursed me.
But who knows.
I learn how to act as a minority, how to stand on my own feet and scream out loud—just to make people know that I am standing there. I learn how to care of small details—the composer of some songs, listening to national music all over the world, correcting my own writings—improving my writing skills by developing sentences, paragraphs, making a good topic idea, topic sentence with the supporting details.
I learn that human is a really fragile creature. That everyone might suffer from their own pain.
Perhaps I can study how to write, listen, speak, read well in English by myself, yet I can also search many resources to help me for this, I can learn many things alone in my own room. I can have a walk by the roadside and just sightseeing around the city to get better view of life. I can live nowhere, just walk, contemplate, and mingle with any situations. But if I do so, I will miss many things in life.
If I don’t take the class, I would be alone in this city. I would have no one to share my pain with, to talk with, or to hold me tight when I am really weak. If I don’t take the class, I might not have a new horizon of thinking. I might only stand up there, not listen to the minority, not even care of how they are feeling in loneliness, in the darkest moment of life.
Maybe I still have many dreams. Possibly I still really want to be someone else—but me. Perhaps I would like to go away from the fact, my real life. Yet, I should really thanks to God for what I have got in my young age.
I met many new people. My perception changes drastically, I can even laugh at myself in the past. I realize that everything is just going to fit you.
Maybe today I know what I want. I really have to let my past gone with the wind. Many things I learn by taking the course. Really. Till make me don’t know exactly where should I go next. Maybe God cursed me.
But who knows.
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