ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
The Perfect Creature 1

The snow I had caught

Slowly melt

Infiltrate my fingers

I hold it tighter

Saljuku melted jua

Warmly my body.

The ideals I have achieved. I slowly let go

from my heart that ever wished. The ideals that I have maintained I have finally been delivered by my own destiny. The fate I have

since it was still in the womb.

I entered a room in which there were many boys of the same age

with me. They are freshmen who are categorized as color blind wrong

majored. Or in other words, prospective new students who take

the dominant majors contain courses in chemistry and biology, so policy

campus. New students who are color blind are required to transfer majors from the major

who studied chemistry and biology.

The world gave me a surprise. I'm not alone, this is just Banda Aceh. This is just one campus in the new school year, there are already many men gathered in this room, waiting for his name to be called to meet one of the admissions officers of the new students from the rectorate. Assistant Rector in student affairs.

The number of Color Blind people in Indonesia, according to one study 5%- 8% in men and 0.5% in

women are color blind. Then 99% is a partial color puta.

Many apparently, and if 8% of men who are color blind combined in Indonesia this certainly can make a party. And if you agree to vote, there will surely be a president of a color-blind man. But I disagree with saying colorblind. I don't exist anyway

problems with color, except part of the brightness of the green color. Because of that one part I could not read the numbers in the book ishihara then I was said to be partially, partially colorblind.

Community, this is the first word I remember in this togetherness. I remember one of the elements of the nation is a group of united human beings

under the feeling of fate and desensitization. If a group of people who have the same fate as us is united by a sense of unity. It must be a great power. Which might be

distorting world history.

I've read inspiring stories from a solid community. Unite. But it's hard

once to create that union. Because the similarities possessed by humans do not always make the same fate. Many are the same but different fate so that it dissolves the sense of tolerance that.

“From what department, friend? Daydream ..” Say hello to a friend beside me.

“Mmm. Medicine friend. Friends from where?” I asked back.

“Wah. Great Medicine. I'm from Agricultural Engineering.”

“Agricultural Engineering is also great” Repasku praised.

“Custom only. In Agricultural Engineering there are several eyes

chemistry lectures were probably techniques of creating fertilizers or biology about plasma engineering, so I was required to move and I wanted to move to Engineering

Informatics. Technology that learned a lot computer.”

“But the officer refused!” The answer.

“Why?” Ask wonder.

“In Passing Grade SNMPTN Informatics Engineering

far above Agricultural Technology. In the rule of transferring majors, we can only move on majors with a lower Passing Grade in SNMPTN.”

“Oh... so...” I just realized. Apparently not willing to change majors.

“You're delicious. Medical. You can move to any major. This year the highest grade medical passing. Sure you're a smart kid ?”

“He uh...” I smile.

“Sayang yes. Prospective Doctor.” He's concerned.

“Nothing is already the path of destiny maybe.”

“Where to move friends?” He asks.

“Not yet know. I'm from IPA High School. I want to choose other than the field of chemistry and biology.”

“I'm also !” snatch a friend next to us. His skin is white with Indian facial eyebrows.

“My eye saw those raisin books,”

he explained.” Then they say I'm partial color blind.”

“We also.” Me and my first friend.

“I'll choose Math.” Said the child with the face of Indian descent.

“Count”.

I like to count.

What will I choose later?. I still haven't thought about it. I still calm my heart. In between our conversations, I saw a mother and her daughter sitting in the

waiting bench outside the room. The mother whispered to her daughter. Before he looked at us in this room.

“Descendation..” Whisper.

quiet but I can catch the sound waves with my heart.

“Descendants..” The mother's intention may be for her daughter to carefully choose a future husband. Behind the view

we boys who are required to transfer majors, are not perfect men. There is a difficult shortage in career and choosing a job because we are not perfect creatures. And that imperfection

the chance of being passed down to posterity later, even if the decline is random

it could be yes or no.

I try to motivate myself. I don't blame anyone. Don't blame the people who gave me this gene,

Especially blaming God. I'm sure that I'm capable of competing with normal-eyed people. I will be successful in college beyond that major

not color blind. I am not physically disabled!. It's a genetic inheritance. It happened not my wish! The willed destiny. I'm not alone. There are a lot of people out there who have the same fate. And we can rise together.