Huwala Humba! Hi folks, whatca' doin'? I hope you are in a good shape today. Sooo.. this time i'm gonna tell you (more) about my self-experience in a small village Pare, or widely known as Kampung Inggris (eng: England Village). You might want to read the original version of this article at Daffodils Public Speaking: Generations 69 (bahasa indonesia)
I'm accustomed to having a long trip far from hometown. In elementary school, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band
from Palembang city of Sumatra island to Bandung city, west of Java island and we live in Parisj van Java city for about 10 years. I
also continue my study away to Jakarta, the capital city of Indonesia. Homesick is nothing for me. But taking a
journey to Java was my first experience ever which is unforgettable, not to mention the experience in this small village of Pare, Kediri Regency of East Java.
Just Give Me a Reason
This experience took place in my second month in Pare. Do you know, back to the time when I was in my hometown Bandung I've only planned to staying in Pare for a month. Why? Because my primary reason of taking hundreds miles away from home is merely to get away from the boredom of monotonous activities due to the college graduation after-effect. These most unproductive days currently happening to all fresh-graduate of Sekolah Tinggi *sensor* Negara (State College of *sensor*) regardless of major, for a single cause: uncertainty of placement time. My college is widely popular among the students as the College of Rumour. Some said it will take place in March, where usually the placement is, while another said in October next year, just like our senior. One thing for certain, no one whatsoever has any clue as to when will it take place.
Well, all the things went well according to the plan. In my final week, after the tiring final test of English Debate Class, I went to the supermarket trying to bought my train ticket and asked the cashier. Only to received an unexpected responds: "Sorry, but all the seat is taken". I was just standing. I knew that I have another option to go home by buying ticket to Jakarta and take a bus to Bandung. So I replied "Is there any train to Jakarta on the same day?". As she started rubbing the keyboard with her bare hand she said "Please wait a sec, sir". I was hoping for a chance.
The customer next to me has already been gone when the cashier said "Nah sir, we got no seat either". I stared to her eyes, my mind shout: "Holy cow!". I was disappointed. Full of despair, I went away from the supermarket. Come to think of it, I've been warned by my friends before but I was too busy mendingbroken pieces of the life I had before my performance in all the final test i took. It left me to no other option. I had to endure my departure for another month. With the lost of almost 90% of Mr. Bob' camp one friends, it felt horrible and lonesome. But after all the things that had happened, I thank God coz I felt like it was actually a present in disguise.
The customer next to me has already been gone when the cashier said "Nah sir, we got no seat either". I stared to her eyes, my mind shout: "Holy cow!". I was disappointed. Full of despair, I went away from the supermarket. Come to think of it, I've been warned by my friends before but I was too busy mending
Which it is.
Why?
Daffodils Public Speaking: Generations 69
Due to the lost of Mr. Bob camp' compatriots (Baral, Delon, Dharma, Irvan, Riyan, Ryan, Dio, Je and Hanif are all gone) and the camp itself was already been booked by little punks (junior high school students), my friend Eddy and I chose a new boarding room. Am*rt* was our destination, a good point to start over from zero.
Only after that we realize this village also have some wide, clean and cozy boarding rooms. In fact it was better than my own room back in my home! A small cure for my mind after the ticket-make-me-f#cking-down case. It was surrounded by corn field, 100 meters from legendary hang-out place Ketan Susu, a bird-view Pare's panorama on the third floors, and right in the front of our boarding house, lies one of the famous & oldest course in Pare: Daffodils, where my unexpected experience begun.
Only after that we realize this village also have some wide, clean and cozy boarding rooms. In fact it was better than my own room back in my home! A small cure for my mind after the ticket-make-me-f#cking-down case. It was surrounded by corn field, 100 meters from legendary hang-out place Ketan Susu, a bird-view Pare's panorama on the third floors, and right in the front of our boarding house, lies one of the famous & oldest course in Pare: Daffodils, where my unexpected experience begun.
The brand new days started with the competition of Daffodils' public speaking seat. 17 seats would be fought by 24 candidates. This was the first time i felt the aura of "competition" on the air, which resulting in my trembling hands and cold sweat all over my body. Not only i was lack of competition experience, but also because these candidates were the people I've never ever seen before in my previous programs. Most, or if I might say, all of them got vast amount of skills.
Good pronouns, well gestures, wide-range of vocabularies, wonderful topic development and extraordinary fluency in english. A real nightmare for a man with some caliber like me. In the end, I was able too book myself a seat. I got skills? Nope, more like a good luck for me. A very good one indeed. All of the survivor got titled generations 69, a fancy number (or taboo, depend on how people thinks -_-'). I myself thought it was a good number, make me remember of the Yin and Yang, a chinese proverb which I personally translate it as: in this life, there is nothing absolute.
Good pronouns, well gestures, wide-range of vocabularies, wonderful topic development and extraordinary fluency in english. A real nightmare for a man with some caliber like me. In the end, I was able too book myself a seat. I got skills? Nope, more like a good luck for me. A very good one indeed. All of the survivor got titled generations 69, a fancy number (or taboo, depend on how people thinks -_-'). I myself thought it was a good number, make me remember of the Yin and Yang, a chinese proverb which I personally translate it as: in this life, there is nothing absolute.
After some meeting in Daffodils' public speaking classes, I started to realize something. I -without know it- has been made myself a self cocoon, which protect me from the outside world, make me feel safe and secure by looking at my superiority over myself. Maybe since I arrived here... no, I guess since I planned the program back in Bandung city. I always chose the program that I already master. I'm not taking any slightest moment to rethought any program that seems challenging. Meanwhile, the reason for us to learn is to know what we don't now, right? To overcome our emptiness with the fruit of knowledge. To enlighten the darkness in mind. Only after I entered Daffodils I saw many great people far surpass me. The people who maybe never made a self cocoon to themself. And always ready for a new challenge, even if the challenge is something that they never knew before.
I could give you many example of great person in here, Josept, the Indonesia Tourism Ambassador or Afit the teacher who take part in Indonesia Mengajar program But the one who took my spotlight was Mrs. Indah, the tutor in public speaking, a very astonishing lady, above all the others. She gave me great amount of motivation to keep on learning even thought we already learn much. And the most interesting thing was, she take part in the Toastmaster International, a community -which I know it later- of people around the world who mastering the art of public speaking.
And she was not the only one in that class with that kind of great experience. ALL of them were. What did you feel if people with that caliber surround you, learn with you and even -for Mrs. Indah- teach you their knowledge? I felt great, yeah ofcourse! Yet, I felt wasted. I'm asking myself, why I'm not went here in the first place? Why was I already happy in my own cocoon when, compared to these people, I was just a pinch of penny?
And she was not the only one in that class with that kind of great experience. ALL of them were. What did you feel if people with that caliber surround you, learn with you and even -for Mrs. Indah- teach you their knowledge? I felt great, yeah ofcourse! Yet, I felt wasted. I'm asking myself, why I'm not went here in the first place? Why was I already happy in my own cocoon when, compared to these people, I was just a pinch of penny?
This kind of consciousness brought me to a new kind of approach of what kind of program should I take in my remaining time in Pare... After some thought, the program I chose as the next step was...
Global English.
Which made me even more deep in despair.
Why?
*dark screen comes up*
*credit line* :D
(to be continued...kalau gak males)
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