Fiction Campus
SEQUENCE 15

I received a tense response from Sir Batak at a later time, to a presence of NTB editor-in-chief in journalism and news searching. He is open to enlivening the power of literacy in our greenhouse. Mrs who heard about the procurement of the first seminar, jumped her pleasure on me in a private E-mail message. I don't know, he just pushed me to move further and faster.

And the valuable science in our first seminar will be managed as a source of reaction to my writing for Mus. Although the theme is later that morning, it will be different from prose writing. But my consciousness appeared brilliant. Whatever form of writing it is, it must all be simple and honest in metaphor.

Before the final farewell ends this story, I'll take you to a depressing scenario that's going to be hanging. I mean, I'm going to tell Melbourne on the lifeblood of this story in part two. But of course, the chronology I managed to get there has shown from some of the successes of Bang Alen, Bang Monday, and other young lecturers such as Mrs Pink.

Yes, in 2019, our campus further strengthens ties with Australia. Australian graduate lecturers adorn the already magnificent simplicity of the greenhouse. And all graduates who were once alumni of the greenhouse who had become assistant lecturers, were the sons of the original Sumbawa. They had once felt the steepness of life like me in the dark dimension of childhood. And maybe you still won't believe that my green house has grown charming.

Mr. Iwan is charming in this kind of business. And since I stood in the greenhouse until the early year of 2019, I have witnessed many changes in history and campus life. There really. At any time you can stop by here and meet me. And if you dream of being able to study abroad, you can network here.

But of course, we always raise intelligence and above-average care as the main internal conditions. Because like Rocky said in the middle of this story. That it doesn't matter where you study but your efforts when you're in that struggle. You may study in the land of Eifel though, but when the motivation is buried with the quality of the supernova explosion is not stuck in the heart, then you will only feel that knowledge is limited to learn.

“And I remind you of my best friend. The prestige will bring nothing to your life change. You agree, right?” Mus made a statement to me on our first day together.

“Most of the great people of the world are successful not because of the place they study, but because of their great concern with the pure intention of giving as much as possible to others. They never think of taking the opportunity to live on their own in a comfort zone. They prefer to make others successful to make them many times more successful. They are people who are difficult to understand their fighting power. Invisible. Moist in dry and old moss. And they just pop up occasionally to the surface to then spread a flash of life motivation. Unfortunately, most of them have been ostracized and underestimated in the past" he said.

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BONDING, an adhesive that clamps the heart of every human to connect with each other. It is like the most abstract sense of collaboration among all abstract objects. From my point of view, it was the pentacles of life that were glowing, auroral, and shining happily.

For a long time, I did not know what education was. Just thinking about it I feel like vomiting. One non-conventional word that I think is able to curb. ‘I like freedom’. I believe that those who are intelligent are those who are better able to read and interpret life more than the average human being. The level of intelligence is measured by how aware and caring a person is about the world.

A philosophical expert is among those intelligent people. I see such courage in all those who dare to do quality foolishness only to challenge the capacity of the world. They do not care if the world laughs at the simple insolence that is often attached by their imagination.

For above average humans like them, the most important thing is just ‘to be meaningful for world’. The importance of the world that insulted them is the key to the strange humans are actually able to conquer the world itself. When they reach the highest peak of curiosity and risk mistakes, they are finally successful and recognized. It was that confession that finally made their great madness loved by the world that once gave them hate serums.

Once again, I was troubled by the vocabulary of hatred. When I was 19, I stood up to challenge the clouds. That morning, I was in spectacular agitation because I was beset by life choices to sketch the future. A completely public life choice for my age. How not? That choice should have asked me to hurt one wing of my life. My mom and dad.

That day was the first day I decided to go to college where. That's when a simple brochure from Mr. Iwan's hand drew me into actual education. Far from hate and very close to love.

I turned away from the black cloud of my fate. At that time, it was a year of injustice for Super Bung who had just returned home after completing his knowledge in Udayana.

The injustice of the laughter was born when his individual consciousness was moody. He only grinned when he again took over Puket III after previously being replaced voluntarily by Sir Batak. However, that sweet form of injustice, happened when he suffered happiness. Because knowing the young lecturers in that year were the students of his previous paracendia. And he had said, “The next generation can always be better at imitating fighting souls than the previous generation.”

The meaning of his speech was only him and his friend Bung Rocky who had not had time to taste the spicy acid of Australian life. Wonderful, they need all the strings of success. A teacher is also a teacher. Which teacher is not proud when students who are also friends are breezed high into the tower of success?

Yes, in the year of our affection gathering, I also heard that Bang Alen and Mondo will be back.

Mrs Pink will experience the opposite. And after that there are no more people with the capacity like them. The reincarnation I want to keep going. I would like to invite Picolo to come together to achieve the wind of the greatest success. Yes, when he once said that he wanted to be on top of his brother Mondo, I always tried beside him to go along. I even wrote a third wish of blessing after father and mother to Hajar Aswad. And always commenting on my dreams with a bad tone.

He still does not want his love to be fought if I have not been able to fight for my friends and dreams. Well, I've always been easy to fall in love with wise women and have above-average levels of social care.

Next, my struggle towards the Melbourne wall began to show the beginning. The image of the old city of Melbourne will soon be uprooted, right at the time of the first graduation for class II. They are ‘Amak Toak, Roger, Raizo, and other first-class brothers. The I forces are Bang Alen, Bang Monday, and friends. Unfortunately, there is no graduation for class I and there is only judicium.

That's given the atmosphere of our shortcomings in previous times. Yes, judicium and graduation are like marriage contracts and recipes. You may be able to leave the reception full of nostalgic memories, but not for the agreement as a valid condition.

I also heard the trumpet of happiness one night when Mr. Iwan told me, “This is why the first graduation and Sumbawa people understand the development of the campus of STKIP Paracendekia N. W. Sumbawa, it will be made one between the II and III. Of course for those who already have absolute graduation requirements.” And I already qualify for that.

Before the massive preparations for our graduation celebration after being in the judiciary, we felt the need to hold our first seminar in the greenhouse. As was my previous plan. The dawn of Rahmad, bringing to life the scholars in journalistic training means caring for students.

Argumentation looks alive from the ‘agen of control’ in welcoming the metaphorical sentence of a writing fighter. In July 2019, STKIP Paracendekia N. W. Sumbawa opened his mind by the theme raised that morning, A smooth bearded coastal journalist was so good at enlivening student concern. The theme raised at the event was, “Journalism As the Main Capital of Students in Developing Creative, Innovative, and Skilled Ideas in Writing.

The morning event was opened by the Chairman of Puket II, namely Sir Batak who also became the idol of the green campus as he called it. He voiced a single voice as concerned with the role of a journalist as a figure of change as well. So through the opportunity he opened the dimenan student spirit to be more concerned with the essence of writing.

He opened, “If there are students who do not like to write then there is no need to be a student. A person with above average intelligence does not guarantee that he will be remembered by the community or the world if he never wrote,” so open he and ended the applause of students paraclutia.

The applause was an ideological opening to make their own assumptions. Proven by two students who criticize sweet against the misunderstanding of the world of journalists. Aura a proud Journalist of Sumbawa, Fajar Ahmad, who became the speaker at the event that morning, invited the pulse of the campus lecturer also to speak. As for what is provoked his mind is the most handsome lecturer according to the voice of students.

He is a lecturer who became “Go International in Debating” skill, Sir Handsome aka Pak Furqon. After all this time I found ‘nickname’ for him. Pride of course for the green campus of Sumbawa.

Fajar Ahmad opened the shame of students by revealing sincerely the meaning of information and news. His small experiences to be able to travel the world were also told melodious.

His stories were once again rewarded with enthusiasm and appreciation from students in a form of standing ovation. The full situation of ******* was previously lost by the great concern he taught.

According to his direction, reincarnation care must flow to students. He said on a soft occasion, “Writing the news must be with simple sentences and no need to be grandiose. That is, one breath and whole as a sentence,” he explained as a fundamental thing that plays a vital role in a news paper. He said that writing news is easier than writing a short story or novel. Writing the news does not need to drag on like prose sentences.

Finally, he gave a message. “Hoax is the biggest sin made by journalists.” So he revived the concern of green house students, STKIP Paracendekia NW Sumbawa, as well as tidying up their intentions. From the event, he had voiced hope that students could actively play the essence of his role in writing.

And the event was closed by prayers and photo sessions together. It was done after all the seminar participants were treated to photos of his struggle to become a journalist to successfully travel abroad.

The day after, a message came in via E-mail from Amak Toak. It contained a request that I be the deputy speaker to replace him at the graduation event. He proposes my willingness in a tone as if I were the oldest by calling ‘nicknameku’, in a formal circle. And order the request to borrow the type of writing ‘Arial Narrow’.

From me to group leader 6 Kelana, Big Bos. Greetings to all of us! Ask your big heart to be a speaker from the student side at the graduation ceremony two weeks to the next. Below I attach a poem together from the girl you love. He wants you to read it in the tone of a thousand swords after a short speech.

Warm greetings and hugs me, Amak Toak.

Farewell Graduation Poem, STKIP Paracendekia NW Sumbawa

For the land of Tambora, where the rainbow of our dreams fluttered

For our Green Campus

as an afterthought to all the gifts of your heart.

To our beloved Lecturers

Last and foremost, to you, our brothers are a struggle …

_________

A name of farewell

For one bond behind the breath of Education

Our…

Little kings as the shining of the future

Our…

A small bunch of hope-bearers

And our spirit is the wind in his philosophy as the oxygen-giver of science

Lepas .. only capital of dreams …

send our hearts to taste the simplicity of limitations here,

at our Green House .. STKIP Paracendekia NW Sumbawa

Among men full of love and charisma …

Rich in affection .. to just write stories and togetherness

similar to the small candles, which will be ..., the light will illuminate the darkness of the nebula ..

it led him to the brightest point in his future abstract

And now …

So long ago it was almost four years deeper in the atmosphere of bitterness

A handful of togetherness of the young chanter, which is increasingly pressing you, our brothers and sisters in arms

You're…

Social agents driving the world abal-abal

But look at that question mark, “ Why doesn't the country see this simple farewell?”

Where are the promises of the first strong young men?

Is this just a time when the little kings of this country have to let go?

Not just a farewell .. but also to build the pleasure of God

Who else are they?

They are the guests of honor in this land

The land of Sumbawa as their flesh, which wraps us in kinship

Then the little kings, flowering into leaves that continue to reincarnate …

Become a rug ... and set aside the rules of the world, which does not even guarantee affection!

But the sophistication of love fosters our spirit here

And bandage those we will soon leave behind

until a light across, our place, their love and affection

To fly a paracochial red alma mater on the sturdy shoulders of a fictional campus

From us, a colored farewell message

For us, for you, for you,

For the world, for,

Thanksmeme it…

Works: Hajar Aswad