george~

aaaaaaa~

so this afternoon i took my last pictures with george, my favorite teacher.. it's so sad, knowing that i'll be missing him soon. he's like our own grandfather with his charm and smile and out-of-the-text knowledge. he had taught me a lot about life and growing up. about making decision between the choices available and how to turn dreams into reality.

i was with itik last year, having so many questions to asked about newscasting competition and mr simon and shawn were nowhere to be found. and so i and itik went into mr george's room, knocked it, he let us in and spent time talking to these 2 confuse girls who were going to join a competition and there he was, sitting with piles of papers and works to do.

after we told him about our problems, he nodded and asked "so, what can i do for you?". i was like.. 'what! you heard us! you're more capable in english and you can give us advices!' and so i and itik stated that we need directions on how to do the newscasting well. he admitted that he knew othing about how to be a good newscaster but he would give the best. he asked more than answered. he asked how newscaster behaved and we answered it, and he asked what body position is best for newscaster, and we answered that too. we answered so many questions that at the end of the conversation, we get all the answers we needed!

we knew about it all along. he just pushed us farther and said 'you can do it!' above all our doubts and fears.

and when he heard that itik got math test after the competition he was furious! he thought that it's ridiculous to still having math test when itik should focused on the competition and deal with totally different things! he insisted on talking to bu lena about it, saying it should be postponed, and then when itik said it's the rule, he stood up, ready to go to the principal's office to talk about that rule and negotiate. itik was panic, and said it's ok and talk some more so that george sat down again.

the next day, early in the morning, when i was prepared to go to the competition, george arrived at school and when he saw me he called my name although at that time i was in a hurry. i turned to him and he said good luck and remember all the things we talked about in the day before. he reminded me to take a deep breath whenever i'm nervous and keep my toes clicking on the floor to make sure i got the rhythm. i said thank you and i went by.




and until now i still take a deep breath, holding it and release it.. it calms me down a little.



in other occasion, i and my other friend also talked to him, i forgot how it started but then we talked alot about our choices between IPA and IPS. and again he was mad, knowing that my friend chose IPA just to make her parents happy although she knew it all along that she wanted to choose finance in the university. and he thought it's our own life and we're the one who should handled it and not afraid of making choices we think is best for us.

he's someone to me and my friends. he's really kind and funny and really charming.. he protested about the rule that we should come early, he laughs at our presentation, he let us talked aloud and laughed aloud in his class, he let us tell him what's in our mind, nothing is wrong for him. if we make mistake, it's lesson learned. if we're confuse, he helps us finding the right way...

but well, life happens as what it is. maybe he is destined not to stay in indonesia and getting stuck in my school. maybe he's destined to be a good teacher, spreading the warmth in the other side of the world. and maybe we're destined to be his student and recall him in such a sweet memory..

and who knows that he had a health problem that indonesia can't support him anymore.



*inhale*
*exhale*


take a deep breath, holding it and release it.. it calms me down a little.