Randomness.

So. I'm in class 8 already.

And I hate it very much.

You should know, I'm not ready to be in class 8 - I felt I'm still a part of my previous class, 7D of Darma Yudha. I'm not overacting, I love class 7D. Very very much. Much more than any class I ever be a part of.

Now let me remember the times I spent in 7D.

The first time I entered class 7D was also the first time I entered Darma Yudha. I'm not alone, actually, some of my friends were from the same primary school with me, but there's only my best friend who became my classmate. It makes me happy, actually, but other friends were focused on their own groups and ganks, so I felt so lonely.

But then, after several weeks, we started to communicate more with other friends. And I felt so happy with my classroom. They had varied personalities. But one thing that makes is so fun is the naughty, funny boys. They colored our days. They said and do so many funny things. I even made a blog containing funny (read: weird) among us. But not just for class 7D, the blog is open to all classes in the junior high. But yeah, mostly were from my lovely class.

Wanna read? http://ngupingdarmayudha.blogspot.com. But mostly were in Indonesian.

Other valuable thing I remembered is how we're always noisy in the Arab Melayu (Armel) subject. On Mondays, it was the last subject, and is after Science class. Our class was so quite in Science class (But I love Science so much!) and Armel class was like a 'break-time' class after tiring (and sometimes a bit dizzying) Science. I felt sorry with our teacher but what can I do? It was so fun.

On Fridays, it was the last subject, too. And it was also noisy. I usually played on the lesson. Just like a kid. But that's why I love it. In my house, I can't act like a kid. Armel class is where I can.

Damn, I miss class 7D.

Now time flew by so fastly, I'm an eight grader, a part of class 8D. Yeah, you may thought that our school didn't change classmates, but sadly, it changes. Me being a part of 8D is just a huge difference, though it sounds like not a very different class.


Yes, I'm sad that I'm separated from my friends in class 7 and yeah, it hurts me so much. But what is more saddening is that our teachers didn't teach us anymore. Disappointing. My homeroom teacher, Ms Devita (luckily I knew her before) said that most of our past teachers focused in teaching high school students. Oh, my seniors in high school, I hate you!


And... Yeah, most of our teachers were new ones who we never met before. I hate it. I miss my past teachers. They were the best.


OK, I didn't know how they taught, but who can defeat Sr Ridwan's, our mathematics teacher, funny acts and words? Who can taught economy like Ms Nio, making us feeling like we're not hearing a boring explanation but a simplified complicated story? And so much more other irreplaceable teachers?


"Everything will change on this planet Earth," Sr Yohanes, our principal, said. How if it was an even worse change? I can't feel I'm a part of class 8D. I can't feel the spirit when my favorite teachers came in our class anymore. All I can do is wishing our teachers are nice.


Dear my friends and teachers in class 7D, you're all so irreplaceable.