ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Dream Reaching Toga

August 2005.

            MOS, thankfully I went through it. As I said yesterday from the neighbors, she's a one-year-old sister above me. Now, I was setting foot at the time he had passed.MOS, I was living it.

MOS on a lakefront High School, on a hill. Beautiful when viewed from a distance, beautiful, but

it can't be felt right now, especially by new students. I belong to a new student group divided by three. I was in the group with the largest number. We the male students are lined up in a corner of the field.

“Nungging Deck !” Shouted a senior, who I don't know from whom the voice came. I can only guess from whom the commando came

by differentiating the frequency of his voice.

I also went along, the other boys

I used to be in a hurry.

Not really a position. But more than that. The position of repentance as they call it. Position with the head resting on the earth. Hands held in the waist

back part. Then be prepared to accept anything.

“Bruk !.brukk!!”

The senior brothers' kicks took turns giving greetings to the students' bottoms

new the men. And it feels so painful to be kicked in a position of repentance without you knowing what you are wrong. Receiving the recompense of the sins that their senior had committed before them. I'm telling you about this incident

honestly rain. This event will always

being part of my life journey. Then in my heart, I counted their kicks, one person, two people, three people, and sick.

when the end of their shoes touched the end of my tailbone.

Coxigeal, tailbone, if the force hit it with a certain speed then it can

he was injured by impulsive effects.  Same style, but with different kick speed will give different pain, the faster the kick, the greater the impulsive effect, the damage effect caused. Coccydynian, coccydynian,

tailbone injuries can occur by kicks in the pubis, the science of biomechanics that I read about in medical books. New students can experience minimal effects of minor injuries, Coccydynia by faulty education systems. One day the MOS culture of masked bullying must be changed with an affectionate education.

Lake near SMA on the hill ... 2020, 16 years later.

MOS, Student Orientation Period at High School on the Hill was held until the afternoon, according to OSIS

planned it. Far from the teacher's eyes, far from the public's. Anything can happen from that culture of grudge. Whatever we were divided into three groups. The first part is a small group, the number is no more than

ten people who surrounded two people

OSIS members. They told me under a shady tree in the corner of a safe field and

snugly. Causes intentional jealousy, which is said to be the children of the school's greats. Next the second group was the group of children with the average background, the group with the most number. I

being in the second group, we were on a grass field on a hill to

getting violent services from public schools that plagiarize military training with carelessness. The last group is the group

most ‘enjoy’ senior welcome. They are mOSed on the shore of the lake, among the lush bushes. I saw their shadows, the men in the third group. While the group of girls I did not see them. The new female students are somewhere else, it could be in the room in the classroom. I don't know.

We were boys in the second group, still forming a line along the side line of the field,

forming a straight line, crouching to carry out the next task, unplugging

flower grass. The desert grass is so

the common name of a type of grass that usually grows on the ball field. From the field side

one to the other side of the field, forming a straight sweep, plucking out the grass flowers.

Grass flowers have an upright stalk, the seeds are arranged at the end like a flower. Seeds

a flower that often sticks

in shoes or pants and always get carried away by people who come into contact with them.

Like a bitter memory that will carry you wherever you walk.

Yudi also crouched not far from me. The grass flowers in his grasp were already like

flower arrangements, lots of.

“Liel ...” He said.

He recognized me even though we were from different Junior High, because of our father

one office. Our father was friends too.

“You're lucky …,

grass in your column less often”

“He he , but I keep

not first, we are the same”

“Why SMA here?,

aren't you the registrant with the highest score”

“Oh yes ..” I smile proudly.

“Dad told me to

picking up the future here.” I replied, “closer. Then more save,”

Continue again.

“Cost ?” Ask Yudi

any more. Saving can mean time or cost efficient.

“Ya so .“ Paternity

told me to continue the future here. Actually I want High School in

Pekanbaru, merantau. But according to dad, I'm still too unstable to sue

knowledge and experience in the field. Too dangerous, better here.

Or maybe there is another reason that makes you think so. It could be the cost, it could be that dad still wants me to be at home, accompanying him in our little house, before I go to college, wander into town.

“ Hey !!” Hardiks

“Heh .. heh” Me

panting, plucking the grass flowers in front. Me and Yudi have been left behind

from the ranks of the grass-roots.

“Quick, after the ceremony

closure we want to play ball ! “ Shouted senior told us faster.

Apparently this is the reason senior told us to pull out the grass.

***

Duty to remove grass

finished, we boys from the second group got together and docked,

following the arrival of another group. Then a group of vaguely looked

the boy whose face is white by powdery powder, wears a vest from a sack

gunny, wearing a toga hat from black cardboard paper. They joined

with us, boys from the second group.

The attributes I wore were the same as the boys in the group that came. My face too

have been white by powdery powder, wearing plain white T-shirts, wearing vests from burlap sacks, and on our neck snagged nameplates and group origin, for example Kendil, Copang, Sawang and so on, etc, strange names as a call during MOS. Of course if there is anything less than attributes

the unusual will be ready

getting hazing again. That is, something that distinguishes me from

the second group with the other group is the color of the toga cap of the paperboard. I'm from the second group both wearing blue toga hats. Color of sky and sea.

When all groups

men had fused in one room, suddenly a group of women appeared. They ran with faces of commotion, running to the middle of the field

when the count begins. Until there was a commotion from the seniors of OSIS.

Senior OSIS fights, one of the seniors cries, he goes berserk. Of course we as new students who dipelonco become confused. I was confused and worried too. This isn't

birthday charade. It's just a MOS, like a charade that has become an open secret. Theatricals.

The show ended with applause. I also clapped my hands lazily.

Then the seniors gave apologies for the violent charade

which they have done. Their chain revenge has been avenged.

“You want to forgive them Kendil ?” I asked the boy next to me. From his name label, he was called Kendil.

“Of course, but I will reply more cruelly to the new boy next year.”

“By being a member of OSIS of course, part of them.”

“You ?” Ask Kendil to turn around.

“I forgive them, because God's command is so, we are obliged to forgive the person who has apologized.”

“You don't want to reply, by becoming a member of OSIS ?”

“No,..”

“Why ?”

“Because apologizingso easy, then it should be much easier to apologize, I do not want the next new child to feel what we feel.” My answer. God commanded

to give forgiveness is an obligation. That is, apologizing is so easy, then it should be much easier to apologize. But the hard thing is to release memories from memories, like letting go

the desert grass that sticks to your pants, how far you walk.

MOS was over, the day began to darken, the toga cap of the paperboard freshman was thrown high

as a ceremony. The toga hat was thrown high into the sky, then fell into a pile of burnt cardboard toga hats. I also threw a blue toga paperboard hat. Far high, as if the toga reached my sky-high ideals, but in the end the toga stopped for a moment at the highest point when its speed became zero, and fell back to earth. Toga

it fell by the destiny of the gravitational force. The toga hat that reached my dream fell into a pile of burnt cardboard. The fire started burning my togaku. I see it from the vibrancy. The fire loomed in my eyes, becoming a spirit of reach

ideals, three years after dusk today.

***

I saw my baby on the mirror surface. In that shadow, I wore a tie for the first time, already like a young executive, an office clerk. I also wear long pants

prime time, because SMP uniform pants are still shorts. Long pants

it means having more responsibility. High School children are able to think abstractly and logically using a pattern of thinking possibilities, already character, already have literacy in life. A High School boy is worthy of

invited in meetings, at least taught to be involved in national and state affairs. What I'm gonna be.

I've stood on the foundation of manhood. And on that runway I'll make a leap

to reach the goal, which is a picture of myself three years after this. What I'm gonna be.

High School on the Hill is the foundation that I use to achieve my goals. Stepping stone, though,

a time that will send me to the end of time.

A few years after now. And for that, I will study earnestly, to give my best, to Dad, to Mom.

I smiled at the mirror along with the last knot on the white-gray uniform tie. Turns out,

making a tie knot is not as complicated as I thought it was in Junior High, in Junior High we never wore a tie. Wherever a tie is to me is a symbol

professionalities.

I set out with a new bag, new shoes, to get to know the new environment, make new friends. I said goodbye by kissing Mom's hand, and set off with Dad.

The trip to school is not far, the school is close to home. When I get to school, and get off the motorcycle. Dad told me.

“Nak, fine at school”

“Definitely well.” Then my father left. I have to repay my father for all the new attributes

school on the first morning was not easily obtained by my father. I know the father who bought her by setting aside a portion of her salary