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Phebe Anggita. Female. Christian. Indonesian. Masih mempunyai mimpi yang sama menjadi Pediatric Neurosurgeon. Cakrawala.

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☺Winning some competitions in Chemistry
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secondary school

well i have just finished my junior high school period. it means I'll continue to senior high. the last period of wearing an uniform (you will not wear any uniform in college, right?). I have found my senior high and I have been accepted in there. secondary school, I have been 3 years in same class with same classmates. bilingual class never changes because it's the only class that my school has. I've known my classmates very well.

i just can't wonder that I've passed. that means i won't meet them again for some times. sometimes it makes me happy (don't know why maybe I've felt tired having same classmates) but sometimes i feel so sad, especially when i read a short message from one of my best friends, Herni. it says like this

putih biru punya cerita. tentang cinta. tentang tawa. tentang segalanya! putih biru bukanlah sebuah judul lagu, tetapi saksi bisu anak remaja yang baru kenal dunia. putih biru lambang segala rasa, bersama selama 3 tahun yang berkesan! putih biru banyak memberi kita bekal menjalani hidup menuju masa depan, oleh sebab itu nikmati 35% belajar, 40% berdoa, 15% main, 10% tertawa bareng. kapan lagi kita bisa kayak gini? karena putih biru tak akan abadi! berterimakasihlah pada teman-temanmu, karena tanpa mereka masa putih biru takkan berkesan:)

well after I've read that message suddenly I imagined my classmates, all of them from the first absent to the last. suddenly memories about them came, on the 7th grader when we went to the museum, and then when i fought with my friends, when i was hated by my friends, when i cried in class, when we did breakfasting, when we went to Singapore, when i won some competitions, when i fell in love, when i went to hospital seeing my classmate, when we cried together, when teachers got angry to us, when i forgave my friends, when i was sick after going to museum, when we passed every examination, when we sticked our greeting card, when we took photo themed mafia, till when we followed farewell ceremony and the last when we got the result of our examination. everything seemed mixing up in my mind. i miss those moments and i am pretty sure i will miss it. there are no one knowing me better than them in school. 3 years together wasn't short. and it has been end yesterday. i still kept my class photos, when i still had long hair and my friends said that i was beautiful, and then i stared to the other photo, when i have had short hair and it's 9th grader.

i laugh every time i land my eyes on Gilang's face. and i will miss when my boy classmates were called by my teacher because they played soccer when the teacher didn't come. i miss when we made surprise when teacher's day and ma'am Emmy's birthday. i miss when i took photo on Airport. i miss when i made passport to go to Singapore and played together with my classmates on a field near immigration office.

i never wondered that my secondary school time ended sweetly, at the first i begged my mom to move me to 75 or 111 secondary school, but it was refused. but yeah it ended really sweet and unbelievable.

the last one i never wondered that i have wonderful classmates like them. and i still keep my secret and hope someday i can tell it to them. but i have to have braveness to tell it. maybe not now. i have so many smart friends, inspiring friends, funny friends whom i really love them like my brothers and my sisters.

i ever disliked my friends (it's normal, isn't it?) but now i won't cause i don't have time left to do it. i love them all.

oh ya i really want to cry remembering every scenes i have passed in secondary school. they always give me warmness, and i really feel like in my house. my class. i have stayed for 3 years and it will not be so easy that i have left some bitter, and sweet memories there to forget that room.

secondary school is almost like my real world. but senior high school is more real. you have to open your eyes deeply and see. will i meet wonderful friends like them?