Patok Tenda
SPT 30'S
It's been a week Rafael has set up at his new school. For him, adapting to the new environment is not difficult. It can change according to the circumstances around.
Now, Rafael is writing something in his book. I don't know what he wrote, is there a love letter for me? Don't rent you guys!
As she was thinking about her next word, Ria entered with her comrades. Then followed by some young men who were single. My words are gini, huh?
"Good morning, world! Let's start the day with a fistfight!" Said Bima while sitting himself.
Everyone in the class just stared strangely at him. "Snack." Maybe that's their hearts.
"You see, 'there's nothing this way, '" Dean said, fanning his face.
"Bodo. Who cares," said Bima later, immediately opened the contents of his bag.
"Oh yes, now there is PR, which is easy to see dong!" Continue with a face.
"Well, my book was torn last night. You see, 'not intentionally torn as adek." One of my friends said that for an excuse.
"Sama, my book was crossed out with my cousin." The other law. Bima, who realized that, said, "huh, who would ask you! Your writing can't be read!"
"Lah, whatever. It looks like Times New Roman. It's chic!" Sewot the female disciple who was in front of him.
"Eh, it's napa! Early in the morning, his intention was to breathe fresh air and even breathe the air of commotion! Long ago, I married you both!" Threatening Doni, it looks on his face like a very frustrated person and towards the level of depression. One school will be destroyed in an instant.
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30 Minutes passed.
The bell rang until it echoed throughout the room throughout the school. The students who were outside the class, immediately rushed into the class. Likewise with the teachers began to enter the class that will be taught.
"Assalamu'alaikum, children." Teachers with long and wide robe attire entered class 12 IPA 1. Her name, Ms. Khomariah, a teacher who teaches Islamic subjects and also teacher eskul tahfidz at the favorite school. Usually addressed by students with the name, 'bu Kokom'.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, ma'am." Answer them in unison.
"Shobahal. (Good morning.)"
"Shobahan new. (Good morning.) "
"Kayfa's a banquet? (How are you?) "
" Nahnu bi 'khoir wall hamdulillah."
Yes, every learning meeting, Khomariah always starts with a short conversation in Arabic. So that the students can speak Arabic even a little.
"Okay, our meeting this time is just material. I'll explain some of the contents of some of the letters that we studied last week. Please open each of your notebooks, and see if you need to take notes." Tell Khomariah ma'am.
"Before starting, it would be nice to pray first" he continued. Without the ba-bi-bu, the class leader led the prayer.
Once in a while, so alim. Later kok ^_~ .
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The lesson has changed, the bell rang five minutes ago. Now, the lesson that is most disliked by all students (read \= lazy) will begin.
Heartbeats are not bad, not because of falling in love or anything. However, because the subject teacher who was disliked by the students began to step into the classroom.
Some of them, some find it difficult to swallow saliva.
"good. Our lesson this time is the test of mount merapi. I will share 8 groups, one group consists of 4 people. I'll share your group at random!" Nami's word is undeniable.
After being shared with the group, they all started to enter the laboratory room. Space, where there are many experimental glasses and also various forms.
Like the jamboree yesterday, Ria is one group with Ninda, Bima and Rafael. Unexpected by him.
"Well, after you mix all the ingredients into the cone, write down what happened and why did the cone erupt and take out the soda?" Tell Mama again, after giving the materials that will be used by the students. "Mom went to the toilet for a second. After Mom gets back, everything should be ready!" Then Nami came out of the laboratory room.
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Inscures. A word that has meaning, low self-esteem. Or, minder. I have felt inscure, often. Nowadays, inscure is likened to the face of a person, starting beautiful, tall and other perfect things. However, for me it is not an incure. God created man in perfect condition. If it is not perfect, it is not a gift from God, but a human intervention. I once inscure the results of others, inscure people who have many friends nearby. But I know God has prepared everything. For those of you who are inscure, do not feel alone, because everything in you is not necessarily achievable by others. Only one that no one can have, what is it? Yeah, it's 'Honesty'. Rarely are people honest. So, the point is not to feel inferior, because not necessarily everything we have, it is impossible to be owned by others.— Rizka.
Welcome to October! Happy Pancasila day everyone! Cash has promised bakti—
September has made history of this country. Blood, flooding the motherland. The blood of fallen heroes is spilling. To fight the communists and the invaders. Although the enemy always lurks you, but surrender is not in your history. The invasions you have abolished, the betrayals you have destroyed.
Pancasila you raise, for the homeland, sovereignty— Hanin Dhiya.
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