high school’s cliché

Watching my underclassmen interact can be a way to entertain, so it seems.
While words “Senior” and “Junior” might be oxymoron for some people, we cannot hide the fact that looking back, we were just exactly the same.
This morning, I found out that an unknown junior has already seated in my chair (I’m currently having a midterm, it is our school policy to pair a junior and senior in the same desk to avoid cheats). I decided to take a seat beside her until the bell rang, because she was preoccupied in a talk about uh…the movie Final Destination? Why the heck did she watch it in exam week anyway?
Brushing it off my head, I grabbed my History book and started reading. The juniors were still laughing and talking until a certain person came. They went silent and looking at each other, as if there’s some kind of deep understanding.
This certain person is their classmate, with rather big bones and dark skin. She isn’t that pretty either. Based on my experience, this type of girl is an outcast. I took my time to observe the Final Destination girl and my mouth formed a round O. She belonged to the “popular” girls group. For generations, populars and outcasts just don’t match.

I stared at the ‘outcast’ girl again (I’m not being mean by referring her as an outcast, ok? It’s better than I called her big bone or such). For a second, I thought she was going to greet the clique. But she eventually gave up after the look she received. Instead she turned her heels and sat not far beside my desk, desperately trying to be absorbed by English textbook. Or rather, to be eaten by the textbook.

After that, the clique started their heated discussion again. I didn’t remember their topic because Mada came to me and asked several questions about Accountancy subject.

Mada left and I was starting to lost my concentration over History textbook (which later I regret greatly, the History exam was an epitome of hell on earth) a girl with rather long hijab entered the classroom. She greeted the outcast girl and they talked about something. They were silent after a while and apparently the latter girl is braver, so she decided to greet the clique. She was kindly asking whether they studied the English textbook last night. She got a straight answer no from the supposed to be leader and the clique was in heated discussion again, as if nothing happened. The hijab girl’s expression was priceless and she retreated immediately.

I chuckled to myself, to think that cliques have formed in less than three months! (the juniors started their first year in July) I remembered that my fellow friends need more than half a semester to find their ‘true’ friends.

In case you’re curious (highly unlikely), I am neither in the popular group nor the outcast. I’m pretty normal and I am quite content in the observant group! We have a lot of fun by stalkingobserving both groups. Not to mention the observant group usually have more intelligence than the first groups. However I cannot deny the fact that we’re being mean to them sometimes…Hartini, for example, has the most acid tongue. She is not afraid to bash someone right in the face.

Still relevant to the topic (hopefully), an interesting discussion happened between Dessy, Mirza, Hartini, Di’ah and I. As per usual, Mirza ranted about how horrible his deskmate is — “She doesn’t even know about the harbor in Surabaya!” until he spotted a junior with rebounded hair. He calls these kind of girls “synthetic” which Hartini responded with a loud laugh. He even went as far as saying this particular synthetic has the most horrible hair he’s ever seen. I said that the synthetics are usually look alike. Mirza and Dessy denied it at first. Then Mirza looked at his current deskmate, which is also a synthetic, and then loftily said, “Eh well, they indeed look alike. Not in the face though, but the aura…” which is amen’d by Dessy. I practically rolled on the floor with Hartini and Di’ah.

With friends like this, who needs enemies?

about the new teacher…

Sebenarnya setelah bertahun-tahun saya nggak pernah tuh dapet guru bahasa Inggris yang decent. Kalau bahasa Inggrisnya nggak pas-pasan yaaa personality nya itu aja yang nggak matching . Jadi saya selalu dalam love-hate relationship sama pelajaran bahasa Inggris.

That’s why, waktu guru baru ini masuk kelas (bu S) saya seneng banget. Agak galak nggak apa-apa deh, toh bukan saya yang kena semprot juga hehehe. Habis bahasa Inggrisnya lancar banget. Aksennya juga Australian gitu, jadi inget sama si Cate (apa kabarnya dia ya di Castlemaine…).

Nah, ibu ini kan menolak ngomong bahasa Indonesia di kelas, soalnya kan kami juga udah berapa taun belajar bahasa Inggris. She got the point, IMO, tapi yaaa tau lah kualitas bahasa Inggris anak-anak sekolah negeri. Sebenarnya bukan salah kita juga lho, soalnya guru bahasa Inggris tuh jarang yang bener-bener bagus. Jadi kalau nggak belajar sendiri kayak saya bakal susah banget.

Oke, back to the class — bu S ini nyuruh salah satu anak maju ke depan kelas buat sharing soal liburan semester kemarin. Otomatis gitu anak-anak sekelas teriak nama saya. Fine, saya maju aja ke depan. Terus cerita-cerita gitu kalau saya ke Jakarta terus ke Kidzania (omg). Saya sempet ngobrol sama ibu S, and she’s okay kok. Nice. Saya dipuji lagi sama ibu S.

Yahh, kalaupun kata anak-anak kelas satu ibunya agak ngerendahin Indonesia wajarlah, dua tahun kan beliau tinggal di Australia. Dan maklum aja yaa, penyakit orang Indonesia kalau cas cis cus Inggris + baru pulang dari luar negeri ya gitu. Biasa hidup enak sih disana. Btw kekuatan gosip emang keren ya. Saya heran sumpah, anak-anak yang belum diajar sama bu S ini ikut-ikutan bilang bu S galak lah, sadis lah, blablabla. Katanya kalau nggak bisa jawab pertanyaannya bu S, bakal dipanggangdibilang “You’re an idiot”. Kayaknya nggak banget deh kalau guru ngomong sekasar itu. Kalau iya, mungkin keselip lidah aja atau cuma buat becandaan. Saya juga sering kok kayak gitu sama Tane and it doesn’t matter at all. Yang jelas bu S nggak pernah kok bilang kayak gitu ke temen2 yang nggak bisa jawab pertanyaan….

Yah terserah deh, saya nyari ilmunya aja ye.

I’m sorry I’m picky

So yeah. There are 12 requests awaiting for confirmation in my Facebook that I choose to ignore. I’m 200% sure that more than half of them are random adds, anyway. Well there’s a particular person I know, in fact we were kind of close back in junior high school year (mom even said we were like, flirting with each other but noooo). I added him back months ago, but I removed him after a few days for good. Indonesians should know the term “alay”/retarded because every wall posts of him and his girlfriend practically screams that. It got me arsey for my homepage is filled with their updates every hour. That should answer why I removed him, and for you if you ever read this, no offense ok? I might add you back if you just stop being retarded hahaha.

Also, yesterday a quite interesting papers landed on my desk. The class rep asked me to sign it. Of course I’m not a type of person who just go and sign, so I checked the papers first. Class rep looked uneasy, and hell yeah intuition, I know he expected me better not to read. The papers is actually a petition. I heard the rumours that the flag-raising club is about to be dismissed plus the orientation thingy for new students, so the papers must be about it. 3/4 of my classmates already signed the paper, sadly. Um, I have nothing against the flag-raising club, but the Orientation? Hell no. We all know the reputation. I told class rep that if the papers were separated, I’d sign the flag-raising club petition, but sorry, I’m still against the Orientation no matter what.

Mom said I’m stubborn. But I’d prefer to call myself “a prissystand out person who believes in herself”.

Ujian AFS >>>>>> Kemping

*insert speechless Tino here* I have never liked outings actually )8 I have told you I can’t live too far away from civilization. Listrik mati baru setengah jam aja udah guling-guling nggak karuan. Ya gimana lagi padahal downloadan 60MB++ baru mau selesai. Nggak enak juga sih sebenernya sama temen-temen, tapi ibu aja nggak bolehin ikut kemping. Katanya kejauhan en medan tempatnya kebangetan. Maklum buat latihan tentara )8 I’m not sure if Tane can bear it. I mean she’s easily get sick. However namanya juga solidaritas sih ya yang saya kalau udah menyangkut kayak gini ga punya sama sekali lololol.
Nah, ujian AFS sudah dekat dan aku yakin semua temen-temen pasti nafsuberatkepingin lolos. Sebenarnya saya sendiri nggak pede kalau harus berkompetisi sama seluruh anak Jogja yang pastinya punya kompetensi. Tapi tak ada salahnya berusaha juga kan? Allah pasti memberikan yang terbaik 8) Amiin.

Kemarin baru saja saya membuat account di Dreamwidth.org. Sempet kesulitan juga sih (oh Mitsu you dork) padahal kan mirip aja sama Livejournal >_> Bedanya di Dreamwidth nggak sembarang orang bisa daftar, harus diundang atau beli verification code and such. Versi betanya baru keluar jadi rada prihatin orz. Howeverrr disana asyik soalnya banyak teman dari LJ juga.

Edit: wowwowowo yang nggak ikut kemping disuruh ulangan ttg pramuka. Eh mending disuruh bikin essai )8

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DVD drive di komputer rusak ):

Padahal udah bikin blog di Tegaki E, rencananya mau install tablet di PC. OTZ. Ah well.

Yesterday I went to hospital with my grandmother, mother and my mother’s subordinates. One of my mom’s subordinates got hit by a motorcycle when she was crossing the street. It was awful, she got an amnesia for two days or so, and her face was full of injuries. The one who hit her was a third grader student. She was injured so badly as well, but since tomorrow she’ll be facing a National Exam, she requested to go home. I don’t know whether she can make it or not, she barely can walk. Actually she can request for a make up exam since it was an accident after all.

My school once again has a foreign student. I don’t really catch his name, Triston something something. He’s from Iceland (Yes Nordic nations lmaooo). He seems nice, and his Indonesian is good as well He’s in second grade though. My teacher teased about me being his girlfriend since I was Caitlyn’s host family last year >: I hate him for being an annoying teacher. For the first time of my life, I got a bad mark in his lesson and he said, “So I guess you’re not that smart, huh?”
Then he starts avoiding me, never does he ask my opinion again in class. I mean lolorz? Everyone can has bad mark once or twice in life, but that doesn’t mean you can just treat me like that.

I officially resigned from your fan club.