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A Little Storytelling

"You don't think that's Master Yan?" I asked Iyan while looking at the parents who use blue batik uniforms.

Iyan answered only briefly. "From the looks of it, it's like a teacher."

We the students were docked, right the line according to our respective MOS class and this time a little different where the osis also lined up to form two rows.

Then a Master climbed the pulpit that has been provided, right in the middle of the field.

"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh" said the teacher.

"Walaikum Sallam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh" replied us students in the field.

"Previously let kite applaud the presence of our new families, the students of the school class of 2013-2014 ..." All students and teachers applauded.

"Prok ... prok .. prok ..." sound of applause.

I also remembered a little with a Teacher also in my Junior High, when I saw the face of Master who was riding this podium, his face oval, and his face, his thick mustache and gaze were like the gaze of an Eagle that was staring at its prey. From my experience with my Master while in Junior High, the aura of this Master feels the same, a Teacher who can not be invited to be friends.

"This is just my view or indeed you also see, if the face of this father is very similar to Mr. Idris the principal of our Junior High School" Iyan murmured

"From the whiskers, yes, and if you look at it for a long time a little reminiscent of Mr. Idris, or maybe they are twins again, hahaha .." replied Iyan while laughing.

"Hahaha .. The difference is probably only this Teacher is not the principal time yes .." I said.

"I just want to tell you a little about this High School, before I tell you to let me introduce myself, I am Muhammad Muslim or often called Mr. Muslim, I as the principal of this High School and also as a Teacher in the field of PPKN, I began to serve as the principal since 2007 until now, back in 1990 I was still actively teaching in the field of PPKN."

Immediately Iyan said. "Obviously, twins."

"Yes, even the two of them are principals, cool .." I said with a gasp

"It used to be the same now it's very much different, where in the past when we taught there were only 8 classes and there were only about 100 students, this means that at that time in one class there were not up to 30 students. In this Tanah Merah village education is indeed looked down on by most old people in that era, but it goes into the era of the 2000s, he said, then this High School began many students who decided to continue high school, and now in 2013 the number of students in this High School amounted to 900 students and there are also 35 classes, and now in 2013 the number of students in this High School amounted to 900 students and there are also 35 classes, two labs, one library and one computer room, which in the room there are 30 active computer units can be used and Insya Allah in 2014 this High School will start renovating at the end in class twelve IPA one, and the, there will be three new class buildings and one additional Volley field, which will start building this year."

Suddenly the members of OSIS and some of the teachers present clapped, and we students also clapped .

"That is, from every year in this village the parents have understood and understood, that Education for the Child is very important, in the era of 1991 to 1997 I was still a teacher and other Teachers who are now still actively teaching such as Mr. Toni, Mr. Sofyan, Mr. Hamid, Ms. Ana, Bu Zurneli, and others who are still actively teaching, Ms. Eka, Miss Ita and Ms. Ijum, we came home to invite the children to continue their schooling in this High School. Many succeeded that we invited and many of us were rejected by parents, and even many children who did not want to continue their education to the High School level, sad we saw it, and even more, but what is our power even though at that time we have tried to convince prospective students and parents that education is important and we provide free education to children but the results we still rejected. Thank you to your parents, give back to them by finishing at this High School with good grades, then reach your dreams until you can please yourself and your parents later, give a reply to your parents who have worked hard to educate you, he said, which at this time the school is not free, how much it costs your parents, to send you. We are here Teachers are just guiding you, understand and demand that we give you knowledge, do not waste your time in this High School, he said, there used to be many of our students in the early 2000s who were very persistent in pursuing us to ask for knowledge and as a result, many of our students who also became Teachers in this High School, like Mr. Ratap who now teaches in economics, Miss Neneng who now teaches English, Bu Andi who teaches biology, Mr. Jumadi who teaches Indonesian language they managed to become Teachers in this High School according to their ideals that they convey to us first, pursue your dreams, pursue your dreams, who after this High School may want to pursue college or who do not want to continue your college pursuit of your ideals into a useful society, or some of you may want to become a Teacher at this High School, we will wait until you new generation students join us again, as a teaching teacher at SMA Negri 01 this red land!"

"Prok ... prok .. prok .." sound of applause

Finally the Headmaster, ended his speech which I believe not a few of the students who want his speech to be completed from earlier, but after I pay close attention to the faces of the other students, it also seemed that many were amazed to hear the headmaster's speech that motivated us to become a Teacher. "Maybe it's just that, a little story from me. Once again welcome to you students of the new school year 2013-2014. I end, Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh ... ."

And we students applauded again. "Prok ... prok .. prok ..."

"Alright, the next event as a closing prayer led by Mr. Sofyan for his time in the pasilahkan," Mr. Sofyan also climbed the pulpit, and prayers began to be read, we students raised our hands and prayed.

After the prayer is read. Suddenly