MYS 2 Lose Before You Lose
MYS 2
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Tonight I can't sleep until I talk to my dad. I want to protest the story, about the arbitrary choice of schools. Not to mention the vocational matters that my father chose, not really. I have to protest. It's not fair.
"Well, Dad.." I whined when my father arrived and finished changing clothes, sitting in front of the work desk, making a report.
"Yes." Father's voice as usual, calm but immersive.
"Well, Anggi doesn't want to go to school there. Where are there more male students? When there are only five girls, it's the same with Anggi, right?" I said, starting to resent being ignored by my father.
"Father asked, what are Anggi's aspirations?"
"I want to study at Unpad."
"What is the reason ?"
"So we can be close to grandparents in the village, with Anggoro too."
"Other than that ?"
"There is not any," I replied, who was already confused about where the conversation was going.
"Anggi has decided which faculty to study at Unpad?" Dad asked again, still serious about his laptop.
"Ehhh..." I was really confused.
"Just about."
"Haven't thought about it yet, OK?"
"When will you think about it?"
"Yes, later if you want to graduate, just go ahead." I'm starting to run out of stock to talk about. My dad is really smart. Why didn't you apply to be a tutor before?
"You can't do that, my beautiful father's son." If you're already like this, there's something you want, you chameleon father.
"Yes, how about it, Dad. Anyway, study at Unpad. Whatever the faculty." I say finally.
And it managed to make my father one hundred percent turned to me. Holds me tight. I'm glad to finally be noticed but seeing my father's razor-sharp eyes make me shrink.
"Therefore, Mom and Dad agreed to send you there. Just so Anggi knows, it's the best private school in agriculture and animal husbandry."
"Then what does this have to do with Anggi's lectures?"
"The course has to determine which faculty you want to go to. I see now that Agriculture is still good. And I'm sure, Anggi, my father's son, can get there through a scholarship."
Deg.
Did I hear this wrong?
The scholarship path is for smart children. Is it me?
Just go to class, it's good. My father is still dreaming like that. Gave up the talk.
"Well. Anggi can't do that." As long as I defend myself. I realized that my ability is not that great to be the class champion.
"There's also a badminton school, you know. Anggi can also join the afternoon class at the school gym every Saturday and Sunday." Dad said again.
It's too late. My father instigated me with something I liked. Badmintonever.
"Would want," I said unconsciously.
Automatically my hand immediately covered my mouth that didn't want to be in sync with me who was protesting. Annoy yourself. I'm really bad. Inconsistency in this protest.
"So study hard, at least be in the top 5 for the next three years. Can Anggi do it?"
"Three years, OK? Just one semester, Anggi may not be able to do it." I protested again. This is an impossible ideal.
"Try it first. Anggi is originally a smart father's son. Or do you want to stay at Aa Gym's boarding school?"
What?????
Stay in boarding school?
I'm not good enough to wear the hijab.
"Well..." I whined, I couldn't stand my father's arbitrary aggression. The defeat of my protest action is insight.
"In the past, Anggi wanted a school that didn't move - kept moving. So if Anggi complied, I'll make sure Anggi goes to school here until he graduates." Dad said with a serious face like earlier.
A very difficult choice to use. Dad likes that. Give a choice that cannot be chosen. But ...
If I go to boarding school, what can I do?
"Yes, Anggi will try. But this is Anggi's cellphone, please change it. In this modern era, I still use blackberry, KW again." I said trying to take a chance in the bitterness of the deal.
"Later, if Anggi can rank in the top five. Later, the mother will buy it." Dad said calmly.
"Eh, what is this? What should you buy me?" said the mother suddenly looked, just got home from work.
"This is Ma'am, Anggi asked for a new cellphone." Joking dad continued his work again.
"Well, isn't the cellphone still good? Have you asked for a change? Later, when you graduate from school, mother buys it," said the mother without guilt and compassion for her daughter who she said was her favorite.
"Mom sucks. Just as annoying as Dad." I said I couldn't stand it.
Then enter the room. Sleep. What else can I do when it's like this?
Tomorrow I have to leave early, there is still MOS at school.
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The second day of MOS refers to the Student Orientation Period which is now being replaced by MPLS, e.g. the Introduction to the School Environment Period, if I remember correctly. Luckily, at this school, we don't need to use all kinds of weird attributes like other schools. Just told to bring sports clothes and casual but polite shirts.
Because I'm majoring in Food Crops & Horticulture Agribusiness, which briefly became ATP, today we plan to take us and other classes to tour the rice fields owned by the foundation, which covers about 10 hectares.
There are five classes in my ATP class. 110 students and students.
Apart from ATP majors, there are also APA eke Freshwater Fisheries Agribusiness and ATR ekes Ruminant Livestock & Broiler Agribusiness. Don't ask what the job will be, I'm just confused about my own major.
Agriculture is not Anggi. It's true, when I was little, when I was in my village, I liked to wrestle in the fields helping my grandparents. Long ago, before school. It was my turn to be brought here and there following my father's dines at the station.
Life is unpredictable. For example, I was stranded in this Prembun Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Vocational School.
Which is shaded by the Central Java Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Foundation, abbreviated as PETAKAJAYA Foundation. It's random.
Moreover, there is a class girl named Stefie who is rich in girls, she can also get lost in this absurd school. When I asked why he was stranded here.
"I'm still being punished by my parents. They say I have to learn to be independent and appreciate hard work. Do you know, the sentence is up to three years? This is called the new model of colonialism." said Stefie without me asking.
"I'm also here because of Fie's law," I replied, more to entertain myself because it turns out that there are friends with the same fate here.
"He em. I think our class is a punishment class, right?." Stefie's chirps made my eyebrows pull up.
"What do you mean ?" I asked curiously. What do you mean try?
-TBC-