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Tiga bulan pertama hidup di luar Indonesia

Gw kira rasanya akan sama aja. Ada rasa kangen ya wajar karena jauh dari tempat yang selama ini kita sebut familiar. Tapi ternyata ada rasa rindu yang pukulannya berbeda.  Di kasus gw, gw cuma kenal satu orang Indonesia. Beliau bilang kalau mau temen jalan-jalan bisa lah berkabar biar jalan bareng. Tapi karena gw ada kerja dari senin-jumat, sedangkan beliau nggak, jadinya waktu kami seringkali nggak pas. Sedangkan di akhir pekan, gw habiskan bersama suami.  Bulan pertama masih terasa integrasi. Berusaha mengenal supermarket mana yang jual apa. Cari ini itu di mana. Menghafal jalur transportasi umum. Mengenal, membaca dan memahami nama daerah atau tempat dari huruf cyrilic-nya untuk sekedar "kalau nyasar, bisa kasih tau suami lagi ada di mana" karena seringkali online maps dihambat pemerintah.  Bulan kedua sudah mulai mengenal banyak hal. Sudah punya kartu atm untuk pembayaran. Visa panjang juga sudah di tangan. Mulai berhati-hati dengan banyak hal, mana yang boleh mana ya...
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Teacher

Being a teacher is something that I cant imagine before. My parents ask me to be a teacher since I was child. But I will not be a teacher. I don’t know why, I just feel that being a teacher is difficult. We have to inform right information, preparing before teaching, give the best for students, and also arrange all of  material that related to students (I hate this one so much). then luckily I accepted in pure math department . It means that I won’t be a teacher. Yey… I took computation, something that I love so much. But suddenly I learn Korean. It is ok to learn new language. Because I love to learn it. This time, I learn Korean from the native speakers. I really enjoy it that much.

One day, a language institute ask me to teach Korean in this institution, Mayantara School. Of course I do. But wait, teach? In some kind of institute? Oh my God. I have no experiences teaching in institute. I only teach for private student before. Oh, ok. Maybe this one will make give me something new. But this institute is different. The owner give us a right about the teaching, about what will I do for students. it doesn’t like school, but institution which have different program with other schools.

The most important thing being a teacher is how to inform the information and make students can accept it well. I like to inform something, everything. I love to sharing. this is the most important essence of being a teacher. I feel so satisfied when my students accept the material well. It feels like got something precious. But unfortunately, not all teachers feel like that. So yeah, unfortunately sometimes. At last, although I don’t want to called myself a teacher, but educator.

That’s my point of view,

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