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today I woke up at 2:30 to finish script as a free intepretation of short story "LARON". It was quite peaceful that dawn. I made a coffee to make sure I wouldn't fall back to sleep. I felt tired but fine. Jess brought martabak for dinner but I didn't eat it for dinner so I was hungry. I cooked rice with the magic jar. Waiting for the rice, I continue my script. Suddenly I felt feverish and I had to lay down to feel better or I will really have fever. I have no time to be sick. Laying in bed, I fell asleep and woke up at eight. Dammit. I washed my jeans and underwear and washed all the dishes. So the table was clean, I took a bath. And when I came out of the bathroom, guess what, already 3 new glasses on the table, taken by two persons: the new husband and wife. Then Jess went to work and her husband drove me to campus. I arrived at 9:40. Quickly grabbed a bottled mineral water and drank quite fast. Having class of Film & Literature that interesting, I kept drinking untill it was almost finished. I felt so dehydrated. Out of the class at 12 I didn't feel too hungry. But I wouldn't have other time to eat because I have to be at work straight at 14:00. So I ate gado-gado (vegetables salad with nut sauce as the dressing) without rice. Then I rushed to Pingu's. Here is the track from my campus:
So I walked from Payung out of TIM (Taman Ismail Marzuki) area, then cross the traffic, then walk mooore.... to catch the big Kopaja Bus (Kopaja = Koperasi Angkutan Jakarta, if I'm not mistaken). On my way to the bus stop, I felt so tired and my heart was a bit racing. Oh man, what's with this? I bought a bottled mineral water from a rice stall on the sidewalk and drank it. I continue walking. My chest hurt a bit but I was out of breath. I am not sick, not having fever and usually I could walk very far. I like walking. I was really breathless that I had to stop for a while to catch my breath. Fortunately the bus was not full. It was quite empty, just three passangers. Even though, well, it is very shaky. Not because of the road, but because the bus is way too old and about to break down in pieces. On the bus, I tried my best to stabilize my breathing. It's rare situation: to sit down. After I jump off the bus, I have to walk again... to the busway pass. Then, the busway pass.. I have to walk up the stairs, then walk down to the locket. And finally, stand in front of the door, waiting for the bus! Yaay! A three year-old kid would cry if he had to be me. And theen... here we go:
Arrived at Pingu's, my hair was a real mess. Well, I still can make it better with these fingers from God, but it would look nice if I brushed it with hair brush. No one brought hair brush, but Ms.Indri said maybe I could find it in Baby Pingu Room. She brought some toy-hair brush for her lesson plan this morning. Ah yes I found it. Then I started with Mr.Rizky's class.. ah Veron and Rasyid. Easy ones. But still, I was impressed. Rasyid is very young, 3 years old and he can even make long sentences with the flashcards. Mr.Rizky must has done a good job. Then to Ms.Shinta's class; it's Faira and Callista. Ms.Shinta likes to laugh like she mean it -- everytime the kids mumble or talking in riddles. Wow, it's a trick. When Ms.Shinta play or give a game, she is strict with the rules. We also talked when the kids were doing the books. I told her about.. when Billy and Kirana already sat in the computer desk while it was Indy and Zaki's turn. Ms.Shinta said oh well, if she was the teacher, she wouldn't let that be. She would put the kids back to the tables and say "I will pick the ones who sit nicely". Whatever happens, the ones who aren't nice won't get the computer time. I went upstairs during the classes (after that class there was still one more) to take stickers and to give Ana (Ms.Shinta's niece) her milk. Back to the chair, my heart was racing again as if I ran while in fact I just walked the stairs normally. I also felt a bit dizzy. Fortunately, it was just two minutes before the class is over. Could it be anemia? Because I kept drinking water so I wasn't dehydrated. Tomorrow I have class (teaching, not observing) at 10, the student is only one, Martha. But.. Ms.Ulfa (the sales person) told me that tomorrow she will enter two trial kids to my class. Aha, then I need to think fast what to do tomorrow. And also, she reminded me that I will assist Ms.Dina for Baby Pingu's class, so tomorrow I have to come at 7:30. My Maaaaaan!
today I woke up at 2:30 to finish script as a free intepretation of short story "LARON". It was quite peaceful that dawn. I made a coffee to make sure I wouldn't fall back to sleep. I felt tired but fine. Jess brought martabak for dinner but I didn't eat it for dinner so I was hungry. I cooked rice with the magic jar. Waiting for the rice, I continue my script. Suddenly I felt feverish and I had to lay down to feel better or I will really have fever. I have no time to be sick. Laying in bed, I fell asleep and woke up at eight. Dammit. I washed my jeans and underwear and washed all the dishes. So the table was clean, I took a bath. And when I came out of the bathroom, guess what, already 3 new glasses on the table, taken by two persons: the new husband and wife. Then Jess went to work and her husband drove me to campus. I arrived at 9:40. Quickly grabbed a bottled mineral water and drank quite fast. Having class of Film & Literature that interesting, I kept drinking untill it was almost finished. I felt so dehydrated. Out of the class at 12 I didn't feel too hungry. But I wouldn't have other time to eat because I have to be at work straight at 14:00. So I ate gado-gado (vegetables salad with nut sauce as the dressing) without rice. Then I rushed to Pingu's. Here is the track from my campus:
So I walked from Payung out of TIM (Taman Ismail Marzuki) area, then cross the traffic, then walk mooore.... to catch the big Kopaja Bus (Kopaja = Koperasi Angkutan Jakarta, if I'm not mistaken). On my way to the bus stop, I felt so tired and my heart was a bit racing. Oh man, what's with this? I bought a bottled mineral water from a rice stall on the sidewalk and drank it. I continue walking. My chest hurt a bit but I was out of breath. I am not sick, not having fever and usually I could walk very far. I like walking. I was really breathless that I had to stop for a while to catch my breath. Fortunately the bus was not full. It was quite empty, just three passangers. Even though, well, it is very shaky. Not because of the road, but because the bus is way too old and about to break down in pieces. On the bus, I tried my best to stabilize my breathing. It's rare situation: to sit down. After I jump off the bus, I have to walk again... to the busway pass. Then, the busway pass.. I have to walk up the stairs, then walk down to the locket. And finally, stand in front of the door, waiting for the bus! Yaay! A three year-old kid would cry if he had to be me. And theen... here we go:
Arrived at Pingu's, my hair was a real mess. Well, I still can make it better with these fingers from God, but it would look nice if I brushed it with hair brush. No one brought hair brush, but Ms.Indri said maybe I could find it in Baby Pingu Room. She brought some toy-hair brush for her lesson plan this morning. Ah yes I found it. Then I started with Mr.Rizky's class.. ah Veron and Rasyid. Easy ones. But still, I was impressed. Rasyid is very young, 3 years old and he can even make long sentences with the flashcards. Mr.Rizky must has done a good job. Then to Ms.Shinta's class; it's Faira and Callista. Ms.Shinta likes to laugh like she mean it -- everytime the kids mumble or talking in riddles. Wow, it's a trick. When Ms.Shinta play or give a game, she is strict with the rules. We also talked when the kids were doing the books. I told her about.. when Billy and Kirana already sat in the computer desk while it was Indy and Zaki's turn. Ms.Shinta said oh well, if she was the teacher, she wouldn't let that be. She would put the kids back to the tables and say "I will pick the ones who sit nicely". Whatever happens, the ones who aren't nice won't get the computer time. I went upstairs during the classes (after that class there was still one more) to take stickers and to give Ana (Ms.Shinta's niece) her milk. Back to the chair, my heart was racing again as if I ran while in fact I just walked the stairs normally. I also felt a bit dizzy. Fortunately, it was just two minutes before the class is over. Could it be anemia? Because I kept drinking water so I wasn't dehydrated. Tomorrow I have class (teaching, not observing) at 10, the student is only one, Martha. But.. Ms.Ulfa (the sales person) told me that tomorrow she will enter two trial kids to my class. Aha, then I need to think fast what to do tomorrow. And also, she reminded me that I will assist Ms.Dina for Baby Pingu's class, so tomorrow I have to come at 7:30. My Maaaaaan!
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