After High School

As i was strolling off campus, I met like few people I knew.

Billy ketek

Ci Bianca

Kakak yang waktu itu di camp juga

Gerry

Ezra!

Dan walopun daritadi banyak banget anak perhotelan yang lewat, gue ngga ketemu ci Emma ato Kevin (lol, kevin anak hukum).

Dari admission gue berhasil ke bazaar mereka terus keluar kampus terus masuk lagi sankingan ansos dan pegel trus ke gedung F lantai 15 demi ngeliat homebasenya anak ilkom dan HI terus baru duduk-duduk jomblo ditaman depan FJ. Tau ga, rasanya miris banget loh sendirian gitu.

I can only imagine what their life are like now in college – those people strolling on and off campus. Dan emang bener kata kakak yang waktu itu bacot-bacot ke kita soal FISIP di camp: college was just so much fun! Peduli-peduli ga peduli gimana gitu. Hearing people’s short stories over their casualities: their community, their clothes, their long walks toward campus buildings; their phone; their groupies; their alone time. And cute boys; oh good gracious Lord, are just the best thing ever existing in campus.

Although 1 thing missing though: their kindness towards those yang sangat-sangat ngga gue harapin take place on people did happen at kuliah. Sad. It just seem detatching to realize that a campus life is just a whole different story; somewhat an enclosed world yang ngga peduli sama dunia luar.

Belom apa-apa I feel tired emotionally. I feel as if I could just stay home and cage myself to not embrace anything out of high school and college. But oh dear – life must go on, musn’t it? Kalo gue ngga mau UN pun gue masih harus gue jalanin dan deg-degan nunggu keterima kuliahan is still so liveable.

I guess what makes it so tiring is that I have to make my brain believe that I will not be able to make use of my 3 years time to its maximum. I won't be graduating with 2 degrees by the end of 3-3,5 years – a harsh fact lain before my eyes. But then again, oh well, right? College is still just another chapter of the bee story we have to live on. And true that though: I still have to wérk my way off international classes in order to graduate. Trust me: unless gue bisa menemukan jalan gue sendiri untuk belajar buat pertahanin GPA, gue ngga bakalan pernah lulus dengan minimal Summa Cum Laude. International classes aja udah mujizat loh.Tapi masih aja sih: cowok dengan tas kecil banget dan bahkan gabawa tas ke kampus dan anak perempuan dengan tas dan bukunya. Ngga berubah dari jaman ke jaman (kecuali special cases lah deng).

Terus something else menggelitik gue sementara gue duduk disini diantara daun-daun yang berguguran: dengan college sebesar ini gimana 2 orang dari jurusan yang berbeda bisa jadian ya? Rada lucu kalo gue ngebayangin dikenalin dari temen ke temen. Lol abis. Lagian orang mau keluar dari gedung homebase mau kegedung lain aja males setengah mampus loh sankingan jauh dan panasnya. Apalagi kalo jomblo. Perjalanan itu jadi terasa 2x lebih jauh daripada seharusnya.

Loud people, groupie people, jomblo people are all here. Tas kecil tas besar tas kempes tas penuh are all here too. Dan mereka; kalo ngga jalan sama temen-temen groupie ceweknya jalan berempat 2 cowok 2 cewek ato groupie 3 cowok ato sendirian ato sama pacarnya. Begitu banyak mahasiswa strolling. Lu ngga bakal punya cukup kertas ato tinta untuk menceritakan semuanya. It’s the year you ask about your true gender; your purpose of going to campus; which building you’re gonna land your feet on; what outfit you want people to notice you with.

As I’ve got the time to realize again about what I really want to achieve after high school, I guess I want it more than anything to finally end up here at UPH and take my chance to  build my future. Daritadi suara “DAFTAR YOUTH CAAMP!” still lingers in my hearing aids as it made me understand even more what Mr. Lucas said about college years is true – that I need to use it to its maximum supaya gue puas dan bisa fokus on building my family once I get my head into it.

You see; those faces that tell you a thousand stories can be the same stories they will share to you once you’ve dip your fingers into the liquid. You just gotta look longer and hear more in order to catch their songs. And this, this is the life you’ll get after high school.