Conscience

     Writing is a difficult thing for me. A lot of things that need to be noticed when I want to start a posting. Start by finding inspiration in the first, and then how to develop a main idea into a coherent paragraph. The use of punctuation and capitalization are also no less importance in writing. Again have to pay attention to grammar what is in use. All elements of it become one in terms of writing. It is not wrong if someone says if we want to write, need peace of mind and also a good mood. I'm sure writing it will not be as easy as what we think. However, when writing it into a demand in a subject, I began to think, whether I will to run from this problem and continue to consider writing it a burden. I'm sure it would not be good if I continue. So this time I began determined to make the writing as a hobby. Although grammar, plot, punctuation, and development of the story are still broken, it will not reduce my confidence. Much better to try and many wrong than not dare to try at all.

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1. Noticed : the fact of somebody paying attention to somebody / something or knowing about something.

2. Terms : a way of expressing yourself or of saying something.

3. Demand : things that somebody / something makes you do. Especially things that are difficult, make your tired, worried, etc.

4. Burden : a duty, responsibility, etc. that causes worry, difficulty or hard work.

5. Determined : showing a person’s determination to do something.

6. Reduce : to make something less or smaller in size, quantity,  price, etc.

7. Dare : to be brave enough to do something.

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     This is the first impression that I was teaching the students. Last Sunday I taught 2 peoples of students. They are my neighbor and school at the fifth grade in the elementary school. Because this week they have a midterm test, so they asked me to teach them. For the first time I felt doubt, but because they force so I tried.

Perhaps due to nervousness, I was very embarrassed when explains the material on the order of the day name and ordinal number. I thought it is fatal mistakes that I've done and with a title as prospective teachers of English that I carried. Learn from my experienced, I realized that was not easy to become a teacher, still more I need to fix ready to be an educator. For me is not easy to stand up as an artist in front of the students later on with various characters from the students themselves. I'll never quit and surrender. Hopefully the future will always be better than now.

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1. Impression: the effect that an experience or a person has on something.

2. Force: make somebody do something they do not want to do.

3. Prospective: expected to do something or to become something.

4. Realized: understand or become aware of something.

5. Educator: a person whose job is to teach or educate people. 

6. Surrender: to admit that you have been defeated and want to stop fighting.

It's Me

         I've felt to be an internet junkie, facebook in particular. Like this it feels to be an addict. When I feel the addiction, I must get a facebook for my daily consumption. And, when I try to quit, just feeling bored I get in my life. It's not easy to stop completely from facebook, because I'm accustomed to facebook. When wake up even though, not a prayer that I do, but reach mobile and open the internet to see if there is a new notification or not. In a day I could update the status to 4 times more (exceeding the amount of time to eat in a day). Sometimes only trivial and insignificant things that I updated, like I was feeling sleepy, bored, sad, and once when I write a status "Aduh, sakit perut!". Doesn't matter, but it's the truth. I'm a facebook addict.

1st assignment

          I'm Nihayah Imawati, I was born in Kebumen on June 12th, 1991. I live at Jl. Kramat V Rt 002/03 No. 74, Lubang Buaya, Jakarta Timur. I'm the first child, and I have one younger brother. His name is Reza Akhmad Bakhtiar. He study at boarding school in Sukabumi in 1st grade of Senior High School. I like singing, reading, and dancing.
          My parents is teachers. My father is teaching at STM Karya Guna, Manggarai and my mother is at SMPN 272 Jakarta. I really love them, and because they are teachers, I want to be a lecturer.
          I have a bad experience, when I was 4 years old and dancing on Kindergarten festival, I falling down on stage and making all the people laughing. I embarrassed and finally, I forgot my dance and run out from stage.

Dear my Blog

          On Tuesday, October 5, 2010 I went to the campus by motorcycle. Accompanied heavy rain in strong winds occur when the last subject in class. Till the time ends, the rain was still heavy and it seems there has been no a sign to stop. Although there is the option to use a raincoat, I dare not penetrate the strong winds. So I had to wait for the rain's stop.

          While waiting for the rain’s stop, I was joking with my friends at the campus mosque. Finally the rain let up at 16:30. I also hurried to the parking motorcycles and back to home for fear of being caught up the rain again.

          At home, I saw my motorcycle is very dirty. Probably the road is not friendly due to recent heavy rains flushed. And then my washerwoman instinct came out, after changing cleaning service clothes, with the enthusiasm I washed my beloved it. After that, I looked at motorcycle with the great admiration, with proudly I said, "This is my work." 

On the next day

          Not capable to see the motorcycle that is sleek ready in use to go to the campus, I took the initiative to go to the campus by public transportation. Because weather is a little cloudy that morning, I prepared my favorite magical pink umbrella. By locking the door I said, "Oh motorcycle, this is your holiday." 

In the campus 

          2 hours before the lecture ends, the heat oppressive. There has been no sign of rain clouds will occur. This situation has not changed until the time ends. By slowly I walked toward the gate of the campus, I was stopping public transportation, and ride with a lazy feeling.

          The story is not over when on the way, Oh My God, traffic jam plus hot weather sting. I want to scream and crying. 

          When I got home, I ask, "Hi motorcycle, whether your holiday is fun?" and he smiled happily. Then I took a magic pink umbrella from my bag and said to her, "Ready umbrella before the rain was not always beautiful."