Mr. Teacher, Love You
Difference Between Trench and Got

I looked back, made sure that Tirta was gone, and it turned out to be true, he had indeed advanced his bike. Like him I really make him have to speed because I woke up last night and the cause was none other than because the clock on the wall of my room died because the battery ran out.

While I was going to sleep, the clock in my room was still functioning properly. Tapia why was it so early in the morning before she stopped moving, making me close my eyes again when I saw the time where she stopped it was still very early.

Maybe I should have believed more in my feelings, because I woke up because I felt it was time to wake up, but I was fooled by my view of my wall clock, which was in the shape of Winnie the Pooh.

As I walked down the corridor to the classroom, some people looked at me laughing, I wondered if my hair was disheveled because Tirta was speeding. But I'm wearing a helmet, I don't think it's a problem. But to make sure I had to go to class and pick up the little mirror that was always in my backpack. I sped up my pace and walked quickly to the 11th grade of IPS II.

As usual I went into class when all my classmates were in it, stone one footstep I stepped on the room that has been for 209 days I enter every morning to study, gain knowledge and scoop up supplies to live in the future. Classes that never change the layout of the slate, the sink where teachers wash their hands when entering and exiting, also a white wall clock with a blue edge that is still faithful to accompany even though it has been repeatedly replaced by a battery.

The school bell has rung.

"Fiuhh. But suddenly my heart disco was early in the morning at the speeding!" I muttered as I walked towards my desk.

"Healthy you Race? why are you komat-kamit early in the morning? read your spell again?" ask Marco idly.

I didn't respond to what Marco said and preferred to pitch to my desk just a few steps away.

As soon as I approached my desk, Dewi and Nina were seen standing up quickly and approaching me.

"Ras, you what the hell? what new hairstyle is it?" exclaims the Goddess while pulling a few strands of my hair up.

"Rasti, you don't shower what the hell?" added Nina who sniffed the hair and also around my arms.

I feel like everyone in this class is watching me because of these two absurd friends of mine. Feeling uneasy, I shook their hands and sat down in my chair.

"Don't try to get out of here!" I said as I sat down and pulled out a small mirror from my bag.

I looked in the mirror, and...

"Oh my... !"

"Wow!" the Goddess interrupted my words.

I gasped, I immediately grabbed a comb from inside the bag and combed my disheveled hair, the helmet-covered part was safe, but the bottom, let alone the back, was, it was already like a disheveled dry noodle.

The goddess took out a comb from inside her bag.

"Gue helpin huh, before Miss Dance enters the classroom?" her question offered help. I gladly accepted his help by nodding my head.

Of course I'm glad he's willing to help, because it's Bu Tari's lesson time, and he doesn't like to have anything reflected in his class, let alone tidying up the hair like I'm doing right now. But how else, my hair now is like the hair of a lion that was hit by an electric shock aka electrocuted lion.

"Augh!" screeched me when the Goddess helped comb the very back of my hair.

"Slow down Wi, I'm young, I don't have a boyfriend yet either. Yes if my head is bald, because you nyisirin I use the bar-bar way that!" I complained because the Goddess combed my hair really like being very vengeful to me.

"Sorry Race, but this is a bad tangle anyway!" his elak reasoned but I guess what he said was true. My hair is really badly tangled.

"Now, put on my hair moisturizer!" yusita said giving a small bottle of moisturizing hair to Dewi.

"Well, here's the right solution!" exclaim Dewi while grabbing the bottle from Yusita's hand.

Yusita who was busy reading the package book in front of her stood up and approached me.

"What's the story of Race, my hair can be so tangled?" yusita asked as she removed her reading glasses.

"My MotoGP race this morning!" my origin sahut. But it's true, if I've been driven by Tirta.

I had a chance to see Yusita's fleeting expression that seemed a bit confused.

"Seriously Race, can you ride a bike? notya you said when you learned the motor when you were still Junior High, lu nyungsep in got right?" asked Nina who still remembered what I told her back then.

Nina chuckles with Dewi and Yusita.

"Yes, not really your elite Ras. Nyungsep in got!" continued Dewi while applying a hair moisturizer owned by Yusita on my hair so that my hair is easily combed.

"Eh I never said nyungsep in got ya!" refute me because as I remember I did not say the word got at that time.

"Isn't he?" asked Yusita who was like her thinking and remembering what I said at that time.

"Try the three of you inget again, I never said that I nyungsep in got, I said I nyungsep in the trench in front of Mr. RT's house!" obviously I was with them.

Plakk

"Augh!" I screamed because the Goddess hit me in the arm.

"Eh dudul, I asked you, huh? what's the difference between a trench and a got?" ask the Goddess to protest what I said.

"Yusita, you're definitely the same temen in your title on this one!" the Goddess again. Like yes he does not accept only the difference between trench and got.

Nina who had been paying attention like her was also itching to join in interrupting.

"What the hell are you guys. Early in the morning the trench problem is just as got. Nina who is not really cool-pinter this also knows the times, if the trench, got, the gutter of the comb is the same!" inexplicably.

Me and Dewi had even paused for a moment from our activity of combing my disheveled hair.

"Same-same smell!" nina continued and made us cheer together in her direction.

"Yes!" cheers for the three of us. But I think the Goddess's voice is the loudest.

"Gue think you know the real answer, if the matter of the smell of doang mah son of Kindergarten also know the times!" protest the Goddess again.

"It's still in the discussion!" the Goddess again.

"Lu was the one who told Yusita to be clear right dudul, already in the clear why you even protest!" I'm making a sound again.

And our debate about the got and also the ditch, must stop here because Bu Tari has entered the class.

I quickly stuffed my comb and mirror into the bag, otherwise Miss Dance would not just pick it up. But it will also punish me, and for the killer teacher like Miss Tari. The lightest punishment is cleaning the toilet. Iyuh, that is the thing that most students here avoid. Because the son's toilet is really good. I've never been there, and I never wanted to go there.

As usual, Marco prepared us all, and we greeted Ms. Tari. We started today's lesson with an Indonesian Language lesson.

"Well kids, we're going straight to our material today, which is about the Proposal. Does anyone know what a proposal is?" ask Ms. Dance to all of us.

And as usual, Tri Murti eleventh-class version IPS II will raise their hands. I am enough to be a loyal spectator and listener, which of the three of them will first raise their hands.

And it turns out that Dodo came first, though,

"Yes Dodo! go ahead!" exclaim Bu Tari.

And as Dodo stood up to explain, I looked back. Yusita is seen taking off her reading glasses. Like him he was not happy to be preceded by Dodo.

"Proposal is a plan of activities written in the form of a work plan that will be carried out. In other words, the content written in the proposal is not something pleasant, but something serious. In a sense, it is written to be used. Therefore, the manufacture must also be clear and detailed to be easy to run!" that is the explanation of Dodo.

And I can only swallow my saliva with fatigue.

'Oh, proposal. Not far away, surely later his task to make a proposal also nih. Ribet is so!' I complained in my heart.

Ms. Tari smiled, as Dodo sat back down to her seat.

"Good, but whether other than Dodo, Yusita or Marco. In this class no one reads the material before the teacher explains, don't you feel jealous of your three friends?" ask Bu Tari.

If I could speak out of course I would say that I am envious of them too. But what power, the capacity of my brain is only this, how else.

"Now I ask you again, in addition to Dodo, Yusita and Marco. Can't anyone come up with your opinion on the proposal?" ask Bu Tari.

And this time his gaze headed towards David, the most stern guy in this class. I also wondered what he would answer.

"David, what's a proposal?" ask Bu Tari.

"proposals? the proposal is from propose, right? means application. Because we're still in High School, it might be the same proposal as if I shot that girl!" obviously David who immediately got the cheers from the whole class.

I even cheered, how could he answer with such a sentence to Miss Tari.

"Bad this kid! not so the concept too!" chirps Goddess.

Nina even looked back and whispered to me as well Goddess.

"Well, it leaked out, David. Get him ready for a field marathon!" nina whispered then turned forward again.

Ms. Tari shook her head, for quite a while she fell silent with an annoyed look at David.

"David, please get out of this room!" firmly Ms. Tari while pounding the table.

David flinched and immediately ran out, as soon as the classroom atmosphere became so silent.

"Nobody wants to answer my question in a joke like David?" tanya Bu Tari with a wooden bar in her hand.

'Oh my goodness, what dream am I semalem. Early in the morning my heart is like this. Partly dutul very the David, it's good Dodo make Bu Dance smile, he even make Bu Tari horn out!' I complained in my heart.

Why am I complaining? of course because after this Miss Tari will definitely be even more assertive to us and the task she will give is definitely not kidding.

If Bu Tari is angry, which was originally a 2-page task, it can suddenly turn into 12 pages, which is why Bu Tari got the predicate of killer teacher from seniors before us.

Ms. Tari began to explain at length, I took note of her even though many were left behind.

"Goddess, explain what is a Research Proposal?" ask Bu Dance to the Goddess.

I who happened to be sitting in front of Yusita got a code from Yusita to open page 107 which she wrote with her hands on my back. I immediately turned the page and found the answer to Bu Tari's question.I nudged Dewi's arm and pointed to the understanding of the research proposal that Bu Tari asked Dewi.

The goddess read it,

"The research proposal is a proposal designed and drafted to prepare a research plan!" replied the Goddess stammered like her she was very nervous.

Ms. Tari nodded her head slowly.

"Good, the Goddess alone can answer him. Which means you understand everything, right?" ask Bu Tari.

I scrunched my forehead,

'What do you mean by this dance lady? is he willing to say if this Goddess is the disciple with the most unfavorable achievements, hadh... Ma'am This dance is really yes!' my mind again felt unhappy with what Miss Tari said.

But then I turned towards the Goddess, like she was still acting ordinary. Does he really not understand the meaning of Miss Tari who insinuated it earlier.

"Now the mother will give you the task of making proposals in groups, one group of two people, and who is able to name 4 types of proposals, and who is able to mention 4 types of proposals, then he has the right to determine any group of anyone!" obviously Miss Tari.

I was hoping that Yusita would raise her hand, but it turned out that my guess was wrong. The class leader who cheated it first.

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