It was me when I liked to learned language in senior high school.
Whatever the language I could learn, I definitely learned it. Javanese, of
course. I studied harder to make me more mastered Javanese character. I didn’t
care how hard was it, I always tried and trained myself to master it. As the
result, I always got 90+ for every Javanese test.
I’m Indonesian and I have to speak properly in Indonesian. I loved
literature, ‘till now. I like to read novel, short story, news, magazine, and
I always had my time to visit my school’s library. Once I almost forgot the rest' time’s up, just because to read novel. There were no many libraries in my
little city. But I’m sure every school has it. Once I visited city library, and
I wanted to borrow a book, but it needed a licence-like identity while I didn’t
own any.
There was no language class in my senior high school, so I just
could learn these three language while I couldn’t learn Arabic because it
attended afterglow at my village. My parents didn’t give me permit for it. I
trained harder for my English, because it was not just me who had an ambitious
to master this language. In other word, I had a rival. A boy. We raced each
other to became the best. As the time flown, it was not just in English, but
the other materials too. We raced to get the highest score in class, and in
school. As the first semester of 2nd year, I won. Next semester, I didn’t know why,
I got loss from him. I got my victory back in 3rd year, where we
were not in a same class. I hold my victory ‘till our graduation while I loss
from my other friend whose I didn’t notice to become a rival.
