Short Story of the 26th batch XII.3

 Theme: I and My School Smudama

NEVER ENDING STORY

This is me, Andi Nayla Fadal, someone who was drifting in a river, accidentally hit by a tree branch, make it stop and try to reach the branch, not expecting that after climbing the branch he saw such a beautiful view that she had never seen before. 

January 22, 2022; That was the first day I arrived at a school called Smudama which was said to be a mainstay. Honestly, I don't know anything about smudama except for the word ‘Mainstay’ that always sticks when people mention smudama. It was drizzling that day, as if raindrops welcomed my arrival. New students, Yep, my potential new friends, they were busy carrying their luggage, so I didn't have time to say hello at that time.

I had seen the list of names of my roommates, I wasn't that surprised by the names that appeared to be my roommates because I didn't know who they were, but at that time I really hoped they could be on the same frequency as me. Entering my room for the first time, it felt stuffy, very dirty, dust was scattered everywhere, and things were lying everywhere. I also met my roommates, some were silent but there were also those who immediately greeted me, but I didn't have time to introduce myself properly because I hadn't said goodbye to my parents. My chest started to feel tight, tears felt like they were about to flow when I was about to say goodbye to my parents, my mother said something in a trembling voice, it seemed like she was holding back tears and that's when my tears came out until I couldn't focus on what my mother was saying, until finally it was a hugging session, that's my goodbye to my parents. 

Welcoming the first day of offline school was something exciting, that was the first time I met my friends, joking

around made us look familiar. Cleaning the chemistry class was the first thing I did with my friends. Mrs. Murni, as my homeroom teacher, invited my friends and I to take photos, which was an experience that will remain in my memory. I was so happy, I forgot that it was quarantine month for my generation. Before the cellphone was collected by the homeroom teacher, my friends and I took the time to contact our parents, tears started flowing again.

I felt that people had a bad impression of me, I introspected myself and finally I realized that I didn't interact enough with the people around me, especially upperclassmen.

The beginning of quarantine was very tiring, I was culture shocked by the things that happened at the school, starting from the way we walked, we were told to walk in a row or what is called ‘Banjar’, we were required to wear dark colored clothes from top to bottom, school uniforms were very regulated in this school, as well as the many rules that exist in the dormitory and at school.

Honestly, it is very difficult to adapt to these rules, sometimes I even get fed up with the many rules. Violations at school are called OSIS violations ‘Planggos’, I often experienced planggos because I was late for school, this was probably because I was in the same room as not being used to the rules. One day, my friend brought food to school, and then distributed the food to all of us. And it turned out that after the seniors found out, it turned out that this was prohibited, so then we got together and were socialized about the rules, we were very nervous at that time but what else, it was a consequence for breaking the rules.

As time went by, it didn't feel like I had moved up to class 2, initially my room was in Seruni 4 and then moved to Rose One. To be honest, our roommates weren't very happy about moving into that room, but what can we do, we were forced to accept this.

One tiring day, I fell asleep soundly with my two roommates, Ghefi and Talitha. My other roommate, Nisa, was having activities at night. At around 12 o'clock at night Nisa called my name hysterically "Nepal..

Nepall....", I was sleepy-eyed "yes..", "I heard a strange sound", said Nisa. I woke up in a panic even though I didn't hear the sound that Nisa meant, immediately we both fell silent, and I heard that too. Cold sweat started pouring out, fear covered my whole body, we finally decided to sleep together in the same bed. 

It feels like I've just entered high school, I can't believe I'm already in grade 12. I've had many happy and sad memories, but I can't repeat them. There isn't much time with friends anymore, they are starting to get busy preparing for college. I agree with the smudama jargon "Never ending story", it is true that the story about smudama will never end.

A dream to study in the Land of Engineers

By : Aldi Zaky

In the vibrant city of Makassar, where the hustle and bustle of daily life blended with the rich tapestry of Indonesian culture, lived a young boy named Zaki. From a small and humble home, Zaki harbored a dream that reached far beyond the tropical landscapes of his homeland – a dream to study at the renowned RWTH Aachen University in Germany, a beacon of excellence in engineering.

Zaki is a high school student at a school familiarly called SMUDAMA, SMUDAMA is one of the best High school that ever been. This year SMUDAMA is in the first position as the best public High school in South Sulawesi and ranked 260 from millions Public and Private High school in Indonesia. With those advantage, it can led zaki to gain his success with all the best learning expirience from the best teacher in the province. Plus, the fact that SMUDAMA applied the Full English School System can boost Zaki’s English skill even more.

Zaki's fascination with the marvels of engineering ignited during his early school years. While his friends played traditional Indonesian games, Zaki would often be found dismantling toys to understand the intricate mechanisms that brought them to life. His eyes gleamed with curiosity, and his young mind envisioned a future where he could contribute to the world through the power of technology.

Growing up in a modest neighborhood, Zaki's family faced financial constraints. However, his parents, understanding the depth of their son's aspirations, supported him wholeheartedly. They believed in the transformative power of education and encouraged Zaki to pursue his dreams, even if it meant overcoming significant challenges.

Zaki's journey through the Indonesian education system was marked by perseverance and resilience. Long hours were spent at the small wooden desk in his room, illuminated by a single lamp, as he delved into textbooks and solved mathematical equations. The ambient sounds of Makassar outside his window were replaced by the hum of his thoughts and the scratching of his pencil on paper.

The road to RWTH Aachen University, an ocean away, seemed daunting for a young boy from Makassar. Zaki knew that excellence in academics was the key to unlocking the gates of his dream university. He enrolled in challenging courses, sought out additional study materials, and approached his teachers for guidance. Zaki's diligence shone through as he consistently ranked at the top of his class.

As Zaki entered his final years of high school, the dream of studying at RWTH Aachen University became a driving force. He immersed himself in English language courses, as proficiency in the language was a prerequisite for admission to the university. The challenges of mastering a foreign language alongside his rigorous academic curriculum did not deter Zaki; instead, they fueled his determination.

Zaki's dedication to his studies did not go unnoticed. His teachers, impressed by his unwavering commitment, connected him with community programs that supported aspiring students. Zaki participated in workshops, seminars, and mentorship programs that broadened his understanding of the global academic landscape and offered insights into life in a foreign country.

The day Zaki received the acceptance letter from RWTH Aachen University was a moment frozen in time. The letter, adorned with the university's emblem, held the realization of a dream that had seemed distant and unattainable. Zaki's family, friends, and neighbors gathered in celebration, turning his humble home into a hub of joy and pride.

The transition from Makassar to Aachen was both thrilling and challenging for Zaki. The cultural shift, the cold climate, and the new academic environment presented hurdles, but Zaki faced them with the same determination that had propelled him across oceans. He embraced the diversity of Aachen, forged connections with fellow international students, and navigated the complexities of living in a foreign land.

The coursework at RWTH Aachen University was rigorous, pushing Zaki to expand his horizons and refine his engineering skills. The university's cutting-edge laboratories and collaborative learning environment provided Zaki with a wealth of opportunities to apply theoretical knowledge to practical scenarios. He engaged in research projects, participated in student organizations, and soaked in the rich academic atmosphere that surrounded him.

Graduation day at RWTH Aachen University University marked the triumphant end to Zaki's transformative journey. Clad in a cap and gown, he stood among his fellow graduates, a testament to the power of dreams, hard work, and resilience. Zaki's parents, who had traveled across continents to witness their son's achievement, beamed with pride as he delivered a heartfelt speech, expressing gratitude for their unwavering support.

As Zaki stepped into the next chapter of his life, he carried with him not only a degree from RWTH Aachen University but a story that resonated with every student who dared to dream beyond borders. Makassar, though miles away, held a place in his heart as the starting point of a journey that transcended geographical boundaries and cultural differences.

Zaki's story became an inspiration in both Makassar and Aachen. His dedication to education, coupled with the support of his family and community, proved that dreams, no matter how distant, could be realized through determination and hard work. As Zaki embarked on a career that promised to contribute to the world of engineering, he knew that his journey from Makassar to RWTH Aachen University was not just a personal achievement but a beacon of hope for aspiring minds around the globe.

Tinggimoncong, January 10, 2024

 Auril’s Life

By Auril Ulviani

 

I am Auril Ulviani, the first of five children siblings, like first children in general, must be role models leading his younger siblings. And I am very aware of the leadership qualities that I have I've had it since I was little, and that's what I've carried with me until I'm in the 3rd grade of high school now, that's it accompanied by the mandate as chairman that I have carried out, whether it is class president or chairman of the organization.

I am the child of two hardworking creatures, since I was born grew up in a village by extraordinary parents and the principle of education was the main thing. I am a person who likes to socialize and has lots of friends, it feels because I live not only in one domicile which makes me able to adapt to the new environment.

Both my father and mother were not people who could be said to be rich and well-educated high but builds high hopes for their child to be able to exceed it in the future they are just like the expectations of other parents. Since childhood I felt life which is quite sufficient and simple which I am very grateful for, because I know a lot There are those out there who feel more deprived.

When I was in elementary school, I attended a state public school. I have been curious since I was little It was very big which made me different from elementary school children my age at that time I already have high dreams and a burning enthusiasm for learning, this proven by me having taken English courses since 4th grade and being diligent studying compared to my friends who are often busy playing, this makes it difficult I'm surprised I always rank first in class.

I continued my junior high school education at an Islamic boarding school to balance things out with my religious teachings, even in middle school I still had a passion for learning high because I have high dreams for the nation and state, that makes me often take part in science competitions such as KSM in Mathematics throughout the district I was at that time and was ranked 4th, instead of being disappointed, I actually made it happen as a reference and motivation to study harder.

Apart from education, I also served as a member of the student council at my junior high school because I think I did too I have to train my social spirit. At that time I really wanted to continue my studies at one of the favorite high schools is famous for being difficult to enter, that's why I studied without any means to achieve it and there were many sacrifices, my boarding school was lost far from the city so access to learning such as offline tutoring cannot be reached, therefore I took another alternative by taking online lessons, and there I was is the only student who takes lessons at my school, and usually if quarterly holiday arrived I chose to give up my holiday time and chose to I live in a dorm so I can study with focus. Effort does not betray As a result, I managed to get into my favorite high school that I had longed for with capital very hard effort.

High school, the time that is shaking me up right now, now me, has become one of the students at South Sulawesi's flagship high school, where there are many intelligent people, that's what opened my mind and made me have a high competitive spirit. A small achievement that I have is that I have participated in a prestigious competition, namely OSN economic sector up to the provincial level which is organized by the National Presidential Center and becomes first runner-up in the National Insight Test competition held by Makassar State University, urrently I am not too focused on participating in competitions, driven by the desire to continue my studies at my favorite university, namely ITB or the Bandung Institute of Technology so I focused more on the entrance test the college that I dream of in the future, I attended one of the tutoring classes for preparation for utbk which requires a 2 hour journey to arrive, therefore at this time Every week I travel for 4 hours to gain knowledge for preparation for me. Apart from that, I also participate in organizations at school, namely MPK organization class representative assembly to develop my soft skills. Talking about passion, I prefer to reason and research something of course As you can guess, I want to major in engineering, specifically mining engineering Bandung Institute of Technology and this has also been approved and supported by my parents.

And here I am, a student who has a dream of majoring in mining with high enthusiasm for studying, and began to think about the conditions Indonesia, especially towards its environment. Thinking, finding problems, and think about solutions. Because we are the next generation who will determine the fate of the nation Indonesia in the future.

A MEMORY FROM MIRACLE CLASS

By A. Farsyah Nurul Izzah

I am a student at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa, who is currently in grade 12, precisely grade 12 EXACT 3. During school, I had many stories and memories with my friends, especially from Miracle Class.

 

On the first day of school, we didn't know each other. It feels really awkward to be able to meet in person and see each other's faces even though previously we only saw faces via zoom. However, over time we started to open up topics of conversation with each other, time after time, day after day, we started to get along and joke with each other. I increasingly feel surrounded by many friends who care about me, are kind and of course have a very ambitious nature.

 

I feel very lucky to be placed in this cheerful class, namely the miracle class. We spent every semester together, semesters 1, 2, and 3 were very enjoyable and we did our assignments and went through all the difficulties while enjoying it without feeling burdened. However, entering semesters 4 and 5, this euphoria began to change. The increasingly intense atmosphere of entering college makes us all feel a little stressed and depressed. Many of us are still confused and don't even know what our interests and talents are, what major we will enter when registering for college.

 

Now, my friends and I have entered the sixth semester, many people say that the sixth semester is no longer important, and many seniors don't even care about the grades they will get on the assessment sheet at the end of school. Hearing these words, at first I was confused and wondered why people think like that? But when I lived it, I felt like it was true.

 

We are all so busy pursuing our studies at university that sometimes we no longer care about our grades in school. We sometimes have difficulty allocating time to study at school and study to enter the university we dream of. However, we all still try to do the best for our future. We strengthen and motivate each other.

 

Before we know it, we will graduate from high school and will focus on our respective futures. It's sad to have to say goodbye to friends we see almost every day, but one day we will rarely or even not see each other again considering that many of our friends want to study in other city.

 

For approximately 3 years, we have gone through many obstacles, joys and sorrows together. We have made many memories together and will definitely not be forgotten. One day when we have all succeeded in achieving the goals we have dreamed of for a long time, hopefully we can still get to know each other and if there is a chance we can meet and laugh together again while talking about all the memories we have had while at school.

Dormitory Life

By Ahmad Riadhi Mawardy

 

After half a year of experiencing online school at Smudama, I finally started my dorm life on January 2nd, 2022. Honestly, I wasn't too nervous about starting my dorm life at Smudama because I had visited the school few times in the past to visit my two older brothers who also attended at Smudama.

 

The long-awaited day finally arrived. On Sunday, January 2nd, 2022, I arrived at Smudama, of course accompanied by my beloved parents. My first impression was a sense of nostalgia, as it had been a long time since I had visited the school since my brothers graduation. I didn't see any significant changes to the school since I last visited; it was still as cool and green as ever, which is my favorite thing about the school.

 

After enjoying the atmosphere of Smudama, it was time to bring my dorm supplies from my car to my room. Bangsal Palem, that's the name of my room. Unlike other rooms that have four people, my room is filled with eight people including me. Finally, I brought all my belongings to my room. After finishing moving my belongings, it was time to say goodbye to my parents. To be honest, I felt very sad inside because I had to leave them, but I felt it was better not to show it. This feeling of sadness didn't go away since I saw my parents leaving the school. Until I arrived back at my room after saying goodbye, someone suddenly said to me, "Whose belongings are you carrying, brother?", I could only laugh hearing that from my roommate until someone else explained that I was also a member of this room and that we were peers and didn't need to be too formal.

 

Socializing, this is the thing I was most afraid of when I knew I was going to live in a dorm where I would constantly meet and socialize with other people. Since I was a child, I was very bad at socializing. I always felt embarrassed to talk to new people I didn't know, and so it is now, having to share a room with people I didn't know at all. However, this is also what makes me grateful to be in this school. In the past, I felt that I didn't have any challenges that required me to socialize because I felt that I could do everything on my own. In this school, everything is different. We are required to socialize, even forced to. We are required to learn about our friends and our seniors by the seniors, if not, well, you know, hehe.

 

True, at first I also thought that this was a useless and unethical thing to do, but over time, I realized the true meaning of these requirements. They teach us about adulthood even though adulthood is definitely much harder than that. We are taught how to build good relationships between friends and students, how to build a good relations, and also how to live like humans who are inherently a social beings who, although not always, will definitely have times when we will need help from others. And all of those things, cannot be achieve if we don't even know the person we are talking to, that's the point they are trying to convey through all of that emphasis.

 

All of these things make me not regret choosing to go to this school even though there are many people who regret and are willing to not to continue their education at this school. I can't blame them either because I know exactly how it feels to be away from family and also go to school with pressure from all sides.

 

I don't know about other schools, but at Smudama, when you first enter the dorm for two whole months, you are not allowed to communicate with anyone outside the school in any way, and you are also not allowed to use electronic devices. Of course, this is meant to make us focus on studying and building our relationships with the other dorm residents for the future.

 

The most memorable thing I felt during these two months was my life with my roommates whom I love very much. My days never felt empty with all of them around. There were those who were very mischievous, liked to joke, there were those who were very diligent, and even those who often got angry. We lived our dorm life together, having fun together, being sad together, socializing together, and even getting into trouble together, hehe. Although of course there is no relationship that is always smooth, there must be a conflict, either it’s small nor a big one. Honestly, there are also some things I don't like about my roommates, and I know there must been some things they don't like about me. But I feel that all of those things will be the things I will miss the most when the time comes for us to part ways later.

Life Story in Smudama

By Ghefira Putri Amaliah

On the day the high school entrance announcement opened, I finally saw my name among 115 people on my cellphone. The thing I wanted since I was in junior high school finally came true, at that time I officially became a student of SMAN 5 Gowa or the cool word SMUDAMA. However, because of Covid-19 which has entered Indonesia, in the end I did online school from my home while continuing to wait for the exact date we could enter the dormitory. You could say that when I was online, my work every day was just following Google Meet and Zoom, and I also used to really like K-Pop, I could watch Idol all the time.

I continued to pass time in cycles that could be described as abnormal at the time. Finally the announcement came that we would be leaving for the dormitory at the start of semester 2. I, who didn't know much about dormitory life, was very happy and impatient. My family and I started to prepare the equipment I would need while in the dormitory, especially since for almost 3 months, we new students had to go through a quarantine period, where we were not allowed to use cellphones and were not allowed to go home to see. our family.

The first day I was taken to the hostel by my family, at that time the clouds poured water. When I arrived at school I was shown the names of the people who would be my roommates, I was surprised to see that the smartest friend in my class was rooming with me, to be honest I was a little overwhelmed by this. I saw 2 foreign names who were also my roommates. Well, I hope we become roommates who love each other and embrace each other.

The days in class 10 went by so slowly and made me quite depressed, I made friends in the same block who were very united and kind. I went through many things in grade 10, both happy and sad. But no matter what, that moment will always be remembered in my heart.

When we were in 11th grade we became brother and sister, the time that passed was very difficult but we were able to face it well, I think. My friends and I are busy with various student council or dormitory projects, almost every month we have work to do. But I'm also happy because I was able to gain skills and experience, I was always placed in the equipment sector where to be honest, I didn't know how to become an equipment person, but because equipment involved making panels, I ended up being useful. Honestly, the time in grade 11 was the hardest for me, there was an incident that when we went to eat in the dining room I saw a lot of tears in my friends' eyes, this is a moment that I will never forget.

In the end we arrived in grade 12, where I had 2 additional new roommates. There were many fun things in grade 12, one of my dreams was achieved in grade 12 when my friends and I had the opportunity to take part in the NATIONAL RAIMUNA which was held in Cibubur, Jakarta. Finally I was also able to step on the land of Cibubur just like my parents and my sister, even though I was the last but it's okay, I'm still proud of that.

Now the time has come for our white and gray period to end in just a matter of days. I'm very sad because there's only a little time left for me and IRVANA's friends to meet, especially my roommates and table friends who I really love. This is the most painful part of us being separated by each other's future. I hope that you will never forget me in your life, friends. I hope that when my friends and I graduate at our dream university. Encouragement for me and my roommates to become successful and good doctors.

Hopefully when I visit SMUDAMA again, I will be the best version of Ghefira Putri Amaliah in my life that I always imagined.

 Me and my best experience

By Nur Afaliya Syahrani

One day on a thrilling night after Isha prayer, I waited with my parents for the announcement of the new student admission selection. Why not be thrilled, the school I registered for is one of the leading boarding schools in South Sulawesi, namely SMAN 5 Gowa, better known as 'Smudama'. Finally, the announcement came out, I carefully searched the laptop screen and found the name Nur Afaliya Syahrani, SMPN 3 Sinjai. Yaayy Alhamdulillah that's me.

My name is Nur Afaliya Syahrani, my parents call me Aliya but my friends call me afal, hmm maybe because it's more asthetic. I am a 17 year old student from Smudama, I am now in class XII.3 Science Department.

When I graduated from South Sulawesi's top school, I was full of enthusiasm and joy. I told my family and friends that they were happy and proud because I was the first person from my first secondary school to have the opportunity to study there.

As in schools in general, the first day of school will begin with MPLS. It is sad that MPLS activities must be carried out online because of the rampant spread of Covid-19 in Indonesia. Nevertheless, I was still full of enthusiasm and cheerful because I could meet face to face and get to know teachers and friends from various schools. Since then, my friends have often shared links to online meetings at night to share stories to get to know each other.

During online schooling, I used to wonder why I didn't have a close friend or circle like my other friends, they had group messages together and often had online meetings without me, but I still thought maybe it was me who wasn't making enough friends.

In Smudama, for the first time, I joined the night class, which is called 'Peman'. Smudama is very unique, rich in abbreviated words and sentences.

After one semester in class X has passed, good news came because the school will be carried out offline, I am very happy that finally this wait has come too. My family and I were excited in preparing everything to enter the dormitory, we also held a gathering with relatives in order to pray together and carry out the ancestral tradition of 'lette' tanah' before I entered the dormitory.

          In my heart was planted the intention that I would be serious and stay at Smudama until I graduated.

          My first room was Mawar 6 (Marsix), I met my roommates Nabila, Dhea, and Naya. We came from different regions. That night we were gathered by our seniors to get to know each other in the dormitory and taught how to iron our school clothes and wear school clothes neatly and correctly.

          The next day on a sunny Monday morning, I had my first Red and White Flag Ceremony at Smudama, I met my homeroom teacher and classmates in person. Many of my classmates whose first impression of meeting me was shocked, they thought I was very tall, bitchy, and would make an evil circel in power. When I heard that I could only laugh, it was because I often used profile pictures on my social media where I looked tall, and because my face was always bitchy he said when meeting online last semester. It turns out I'm small, cute and adorable. Now I know why I didn't have any close friends at all in the first semester, it's a relief to know this because basically I myself sometimes unconsciously put on a bitchy face and raise one of my eyebrows like a bad person, so my friends are reluctant to get along with me.   

My first day at school went very smoothly, it's time to go back to the dormitory to rest.  I felt culture shock seeing the attitude of my seniors who changed from last night they became more assertive and told us to do certain things such as saying excuse me when passing by, not wearing fancy and too flashy clothes, not making noise when in the room, not walking alone, limiting social media posts, mandatory socializing with seniors, cleaning the dormitory regularly twice a day and many more that I didn't mention. At first it was hard for me to do all the rules that I had never met before, but I think this is Smudama where all my habits in the comfort zone must be changed, all my bad traits improved, becoming a simple and unpretentious person, not doing things that are not important and waste my time as well as being educated away from parents to be independent and better.

          The dining room is one of my favorite places. The first time I set foot there I was very surprised because it was the first time I ate with that many people. The serving room is where we all interact, the serving room food certainly never fails to taste especially chiken day hehehe. Thank you to the dining hall for always serving us food.

          The quarantine period of Smudama is a period that I miss, the first dormitory students for two months did not hold electronic devices, could not return home, and could not buy food stalls.  My room mates and I often complained to the point of crying about going home but I remembered my determination to persevere until graduation and strengthened each other that this would all pass. When I missed my parents, I would write to them and they would reply with food. I also missed correspondence with him during quarantine hehehe.         I do all my activities happily and enthusiastically at school and in the dormitory. I was quite active in participating in Olympic competitions and PMR competitions. I am very happy to be elected as a member of the osis in charge of field 1 on the Development of Faith and Piety towards God Almighty, I met a good field section partner, we work together in managing everything as well as possible.

Today it doesn't feel like almost three years of being a student and family at Smudama, now is a thrilling time for upperclassmen who want to graduate, all busy preparing for a bright future. I am very impressed with my school, a flagship school with the motto of Competing in Togetherness and Achieving Achievement in Friendliness. The alumni association is great and keeps pushing Smudama forward. The strong bond of each batch, especially my batch 26 'Irvana' friends who embraced me in solidarity. I am very grateful to God for giving me the opportunity to meet great teachers, friends, sisters and brothers. Thank you for my best experience.

March 1, 2024

Life Story in Smudama

By Nur Afni Zuhrah

Forgetting the thing that brought me this far. Leaving my hometown and where I grew up. A myriad of longings are always unstoppable to return to that city. A city full of memories and of course joys and sorrows. Set foot here without knowing anyone, instead of going far when it's actually part of the phase to forget. My hope from the beginning of leaving was probably to return but as time went by I felt to stay here until my heart could actually return to that place again. People usually call it home maybe.

The maturation process is said to be sad but, what I think is that it just takes the right time for the process to feel good. Hi introduce me the author of this story, people usually call me Afni, I am known as a noisy, excited, laughing person, like there is no problem, actually it's all true if I get enough sleep because otherwise my mood will be messy all day. Setting foot in this school was actually because of my willingness to enroll without the blessing of my parents and finally approved and as a result now I am here, a school that some people say is a mainstay school. It doesn't feel like my time here is just counting the days to continue my education to a higher level.

At first I was afraid to enter this school with stories and everything that made me think back, but I realized that this was all a choice and also a fate that I should have received. At first everything went as usual because the learning process was carried out online for 6 months, within 6 months everything was the same, there was nothing I thought was different, maybe only the status of the student. Until finally I was time to enter the dormitory and travel to my maturity began.

I mourn my sadness at leaving my hometown. Crying almost every night at the time because of longing as a child who first lived away from parents. Friends comforted me even though I knew at the time that we had the same feeling of missing people home. Going through it wasn't as easy as people saw, it was hard to get through it even this feeling still often came in the final moments of my high school days.

Trying to be an extrofert in strangers initially caused me trouble at first however, I always tried to try it so that everything could be through but not as easy as thought. I often get back stories because of people's dislike of me, whether it's because of my constant excessive talk or because of my sudden extrofert attitude when in fact not to new people. I knew that but I chose to keep quiet because of the principles I always upheld in myself before entering the dormitory.

Carrying out the Trust is not an easy thing but I believe, given it means I am capable. Being selected as one of the Class committee with various kinds of selections that went through made me realize to always and try to be the best in the eyes of my friends but not necessarily the best in the eyes of others and of course in the eyes of my parents. I am often disappointed when things I expected came from my parents but I couldn't get but this is what made me Like now, choose to keep all existing stories hidden.

This whiny girl always wanted to show her a good life but it was a very difficult thing for me to do. Life without telling stories also feels very empty and empty. Always accommodating people's stories doesn't guarantee I'm strong, I'm very fragile even Very but everything is always hidden behind the face that people say has no smile.

Feeling like I had nowhere to go home always managed to make my tears just go down without asking. At first it was quite difficult because living in an environment that made me always feel jealous of the people around me who often showed a very harmonious life, but over time I felt envious there must be, sad there would be no end if I continued to feel that I had no place to go home but not everything I wanted had to happen too and parents may have their own way of showing affection.

The days passed until I found a friend who I could say I made him a place to go home, he was simple and ordinary but I thought he was a wonderful person, he always pointed me to a better path, taught me the first time to iron, taught me to wash the first time and also a figure who always pretended to be nice when he didn't.

I went through a lot of things with him, but it wasn't long after he moved dorms that something was missing when he wasn't near his room anymore. But neither he nor I always tried to keep visiting each other's rooms. He never showed his sadness, he always smiled and comforted the people around him but no one knew behind his soothing smile.

I don't feel much in fact I have gone through here. The longing that was contained, the tears that often fell unprompted, the anger, annoyance and also pleasure I had gone through and sometimes just needed to be suppressed. Slowly forgetting what should not be stored faded and made me realize to learn that life is not always about us. It's not about pleasing yourself or torturing yourself because you often harbor something, but sometimes It takes time to go through a long process through it and get to the point of letting it go.

I slowly came to terms with the sense of confusion, feeling outcast between my brother and sister who could joke with the people of the house. Letting it go was hard enough but I believed I could get through everything. I believe I did this by entering the dormitory because I was able and I could and could not test his servant outside the limits of his servant. Selfishly, he said that I often corner my parents if I tell him the truth, it's just that I can't think a little Being more mature because being a parent is not as easy as giving birth but many things, many phases that she went through to get to this point.

I can say today I have come to terms with that anger, disappointment, annoyance. I've turned over a new leaf. I gradually learned about the hardships of life and it is not our will to force it. We are only servants of God who always have to accept what we are destined for.

Until finally I got to the point of not only letting go of that disappointment but also letting go and forgetting people who might in fact have been around for the last 4 years and I can only grudge them. It's funny that he didn't even know that he had existed and stayed in his heart for a long time. Let it all feel easy and maybe it will never be intertwined and avenged again. He's as happy as possible and I should be the other way around.

I met great people in my high school days, I was very, very happy to be able to go to school and be given the opportunity to still stay here, among my friends who had left us all early. Thank you for coloring my life in black and white. There are many great hopes for him in the future, hopefully he can all achieve his goals and also be happy in the day he will pass.

Being a part of IRVANA SMUDAMA is something I have never regretted in life, I am very happy. Having a new family among great people. Being part of Miracle I never regretted meeting Aca, Nada, Meisyah, Tri, Icha, Farsyah, Eka, Naput, Nepal, Gheff, Rachel, Afal, Dhenis, Auril, Wiwi, Sham, Didi, Abyan, Maghali, Utta, Nayaka, Aldi, Fayd, Fiko, Qinan, Richal, Zaydan, Surya. Thank you for being there and coming to give color in this high school period.

Being a child of an organization also has its own memories in my heart, having been part of the smudama student council is a very pleasant thing. Learning to make proposals and lpj, chasing teachers to ask for signatures, being evaluated by friends disguised as organizational work teams, funny now to tell but at the time of passing it is very tired but still able to get through it.

Thank you my IRVANA, thank you Miracle, thank you Student Council, thank you SMUDAMA, thank you for giving so many life lessons, thank you for the happy and sad feelings, hopefully we can all return to this mainstay land of course with a new story again, thank you for the joys and sorrows, thank you for the things you have created for all of us,  Thank you to the teacher who has guided us and finally thank you my blue.

                                                                Seroja 7, 02 Maret 2024

               Journey at Smudama

By Putri Meisyah

Sunday, January 2th 2021 became a new beginning for me to start a new leaf, that morning my family and I left for Malino, because my family would take me to a high school in Malino, namely SMA Negeri 5 Gowa or often called SMA Andalan South Sulawesi. There I was going to live in the dormitory for 3 years but because of the Covid-19 pandemic that had just subsided, we only entered the dormitory after one semester of studying from home or online.

Upon arrival at the school, many new murits had arrived and were among his family. While at school I went to the information center to find out where my dormitory was. My first dormitory was aspuri and my room was at mawar 8, there I met my roommates there were icalu, janna and tri. The light raindrops and cool air of Malino City did not hinder the passing of people doing their activities, new students flocked to carry their luggage to the dormitory, there were also 3rd grade seniors who became the committee to help the students who had just entered the dormitory.

Before I stayed in the dormitory, I said goodbye first with my family, the advice and advice was always given by mom and dad as a reminder for me. There were tears of emotion because they were about to release their children to go to school on boardingschol, a flurry of hasihat words and reminders sounded that day for their children.

After saying goodbye to my parents and family, I went back to the dormitory to tidy up my luggage. After the magrib prayer we are directed to go to the dining room or commonly called the serving room, before heading to the serving room we clap our hands to call all the dormitory warnga to eat, in the serving room we eat and socialize with brothers or friends.

The next week we did MPLS, I thought that the introduction period of the school environment this time would be the same as the MPLS that I had seen in the film, it turned out that during the introduction of the school environment we did socialization related to boarding regulations, school regulations, socialization of student council organizations and much more. During that week we gather in the library and record all socialization materials.

Monday morning we do morning apples, then we clean the school area, after cleaning we go to class to continue learning, because the learning system moves cals so every change of subjects we specialize in another class, because there is no time for recess so when the clock shows 9.30 we go to the serving room for snacks, there we eat snacks or traditional cakes with warm tea or fresh syrup.

Days passed, every day I went to school at 6.15 and went to Asram at 15.15 and in the afternoon after prayer asara we went to the food for snecks, after that we did student council activities and extracurricular activities prmauka or youth red cross, in one week every afternoon activities can change according to the schedule that has been determined.

On Monday we perform smudama tahfizdul qur'an or STQ, the activity teaches us how to pronounce, pronounce and understand the meaning of the verses in the Qur'an. Next there is Smudma Sienc Club or SSC, SSC is a learning forum to conduct Olympic matches, in this club we will be guided by older brothers who are experts in their fields.

In addition to STQ and SSC, I also participated in the activities of the Student Council Work Unit or UKO, UKO is divided into several parts there are EMC, SHIELD, SPORTA, and bensi we can choose one of the UKO activities. I chose to enter the English Meating Club or EMC because I wanted to improve my English skills in order to adjust to a school environment that required English. EMC is divided into several fields there are story telling, debate, newscase, and batle of barin we can choose from one of these EMC  activities.

Not only learning activities that are carried out when filling free time in smudama, on Friday we also carry out harsi or often called clean days. And on Saturday or Sunday morning we do morning gymnastics activities and run around the school.

Days have passed approaching the graduation day of the 12th graders, we held a performance for the entertainment of the upperclassmen, this time we held an announcement of the agkatan logo and a performance event from the dormitories of each dormitory, there were also performances displayed by the 12th graders.

At the end of the year, my school held CESS activities, CESS is a place to develop academic and non-academic skills for junior high school students, before starting the CESS event we do business funds or danus, we also hold bazaars and promotional activities for junior high school students. This CESS activity aims to introduce public high school 5 gowa to the people.

The CESS bazaar is welded in two places, in mudama and outside smudama. The first volume of the bazaar was held in the serving room where we watched and performed performances by each dormitory there were singing, dancing and performing musical dramas.

After holding the school class increase ujin I held a porseda or commonly called the art and dakwa sports week. In this activity we conducted a class parade, participated in sports competitions, art competitions and competitions related to religion. This activity is a mandatory thing to do after the test so that students can feel refreshing after doing school exams.

I spent my days in smudama with various feelings, ranging from the joy of being able to joke and play with friends, sad because I miss my family home, sters because of school material that is difficult to understand, and also fear when faced with new things in smudama.

It doesn't feel like it's just counting the days that my classmates and I will leave this smudama campus, where I get many things, get many life lessons, get knowledge that is second to none because every corner of smudama is about learning.

March 4th became the end of the ceremony of my batch, this made me moved because considering that time flies very fast and cannot be stopped, various life lessons I learned at the Smudama campus starting from the small things I did made a big influence on me and also met friends, kaka and younger siblings from sharing the area,  Ethnicity, race and religion are also different traits and characters.

This is a very memorable journey for me, thanks to the teachers who have guided me during my education at school and also my classmates "MIRACLE" who always provide support and happiness, thanks to my dorm mates which is always compact and sticking in every activity and thanks to my roommates who always listen to my complaint stories and also who take care of me when I am sick, this is the end of an extraordinary journey, being part of the smudama students makes me feel happy and grateful because once again in every part of smudama there is a part,  Learning and the story in it because Smudama never ending story.

 

                             The Story My Life in Smudama School

By Akhmad Fikri Idham

Hi, guys. I'm a student at SMAN 5 Gowa. My name is akhmad fikri idham, you can call me fiko, fibo, ikki idham there are many hell just choose who I am. This time I want to tell her a little about my life that met irvana's friends at this school, who were just as thrilling and exciting as she could be. Enjoy your read and enjoy the story of my life at SMAN 5 Gowa.

One fine morning my friends and I were getting ready to go to my school because at the time I was still studying online or what we would call online. "Guys, who's going to school," I said in grub. "That's cool, I want you to go," said ahlil. By the time I arrive at school, I'll have my attendance attendance in advance and collect what needs to be collected. Then, I was directed by a senior who was there to my room. When I got in my room, I was surprised that my room turned out to be as filthy as a warehouse. A few hours later my roommate arrives and I'm not surprised to see how they reacted to the room because they reacted the same way I did. "Let's go clean the room," I said. "Let's get you a dirty room, so why do you have a dirty room," she says. Then we cleaned the room clean so that it would take about three hours to clean the room. Even though we had some possessions, we felt exhausted.

For a few days, months, and years of school here I made it to the student council, it's all thanks to the help and support of my friends and my parents. It felt good to be in school, but slowly it felt tired, but it was so much fun because we carried out our prostate, sharing stories and jokes. As time passed, it did not seem as though the month of Ramadan had arrived. My friends and I share meals with people around the school to eat during their fast break. After the end of Ramadan class President, we did a kosher ceremony at the maxone hotel. When it was going on, there was a moment when one of my girl friends from school pulled me up to the stage to sing. I was surprised that he was pulling me out of the blue but it didn't matter to me that I didn't take him too seriously just a joke or a dare. At the time of the leader OSIS registration, I sign myself up because I want to be a leaeder in OSIS. Experience of the step-by-step in running for new class President I got at this school. But thanks to the stages I've gone through... it's made me qualified for vice a chairman. Even if I didn't meet my expectations, I'd be grateful to get this position. I was able to pull this off with the support of my friends and my parents who prayed for me. Over time, all members and elders of the student council and MPK carry out an upgrading activity attended by several teachers. We perform upgrading in malino and spend the night. We were there doing fun things like karaoke, playing games, chicken and corn burn. we had a lot to do. It was a thrilling experience, where friends asked to add more days but couldn't because they had to go home.

After returning home to each and every one of my friends from my generation, I took a photo opportunity to use the yearbook as a reminder of the time we walked out of this school. My classmate and I were taking a photo location from a fort in Rotterdam. We took a five-hour photo, then we went to the panakukang mall together for a meal.

After a photo the next day my classmates and I went on vacation at galesong beach. My friends and I had a good time there, and we invited our homeroom teachers to go on vacation. It's over with me and the rest of the students go back to school.

On the way back my friends and I continued the class video recording for remembrance. We made a recording from evening to night, but at night there was a problem, so the video was interrupted and we continued at 12:30 a.m. It's also a thrilling experience because here we feel like we're at a gathering we're singing and we're also bumping into one of our many birthday friends at the green tea pool. We ran so as not to be caught by the brethren, some ran to the front of the school, to the stall, to the center of the circle made by our girlfriends. "Hey ikhram, fattah hide behind a tree in the paving," he blurted out. Then the brethren went on to pursue the friends of all so returning to the falls.

After the activity we returned to our rooms for recess. As time approached for us to leave school, many activities were carried out by the younger siblings to make our memories together during school. Just yesterday there is an everlasting harmony in here we are meals and performances from the younger sisters, it's so nice and the next day there will be more in the art performances of the 10th graders. The performance or performance of art held by the 10th grade makes our memories at school more colorful.

A lot of the performances they performed started with dance, music, and fine arts. Their performances were dazzling that night and led us to enjoy the program with the refreshments provided by the committee. My friends and I were very grateful to be given the activities before the school exam, let alone those activities that comforted us. There was also a message from the council of "Excuseme brother and sister, we of the 28th generation apologized if we had been together with you a lot wrong and a lot less, but with this event we hope to draw the line of brothers closer," said the coordinator of the 28th class.

After the event, some of my friends and I were still on site because we knew the pitch of the food was being distributed last. And my guess is that the last supply of traditional foods made by adjuns is distributed. Some of my friends packed those, and I also wrapped them. After wrapping up the food we went back to the dorms to rest because it was school day tomorrow and we had to get up early. And the next day was our last day of lunch at school, it was sad to leave our beloved school. A lot of things we've done in the bar, like CESS X bazaar, EMERIES, etc. It's a short story from my experience or some of my subjects attending SMAN 5 Gowa school. Anyway, there are memories made in this school that I can't shake to forget. And to my friends, thank you so much for your time in school for two years. The joys and sorrows we Shared and we made it through, they teach us a lesson. So wherever you are, I don't forget our family in this school. One is IRVANA, who stood by you two years ago in school.

 Moving In

By Andi Muhammad Abyan Nasywan

I stared up at the towering brick building, my stomach churning with nerves. This was it. I was finally here. I was moving into my dorm.

I took a deep breath and dragged my suitcase up the steps, resisting the urge to look back over my shoulder at my parents. They were waving goodbye from the car, looking proud and excited for me. I waved back, trying to smile, but I was too busy feeling overwhelmed.

I had never been away from home before, and I was suddenly very aware of just how far away from home I was now. I was in a new city, at a new school, with no one I knew. I felt lost and alone.

I made my way to the front desk of the dorm and checked in, then headed up to my room. I was assigned a room on the third floor, with three other girls. I opened the door and peered inside.

The room was small and cramped, with four beds, four desks, and four dressers. There was barely enough room to move around. I sighed and dropped my suitcase on the floor. This was going to be interesting.

I met my roommates, who were all just as nervous as I was. We spent the first few hours awkwardly introducing ourselves and trying to make small talk.

As the days went by, we slowly started to get to know each other. We bonded over our shared experiences of being away from home for the first time. We learned each other's quirks and habits. We started to feel like a family.

The first day of classes was a whirlwind. I rushed from one class to the next, trying to find my way around campus and keep up with the professors. I was exhausted by the end of the day, but I was also exhilarated. I was finally starting to feel like I belonged here.

The first month of school was a blur. I was constantly busy with classes, homework, and extracurricular activities. I was also starting to make friends outside of my dorm. I joined a few clubs and started going to parties. I was having the time of my life.

The first semester went by quickly. Before I knew it, it was finals week. I was stressed and exhausted, but I managed to pull through. I even made the Dean's List!

I went home for winter break and had a wonderful time catching up with my family and friends. I also had a chance to relax and recharge before the start of the spring semester.

The second semester was just as busy as the first, but I was starting to feel more comfortable in my routine. I was also starting to feel more confident in myself. I was making new friends, doing well in my classes, and getting involved in more activities.

Before I knew it, it was the end of the year. I had made it through my first year of college! I was so proud of myself. I had grown and learned so much in the past year. I had made new friends, learned new things, and experienced new challenges.

I was sad to leave my dorm and my friends, but I was also excited for the future. I knew that I was ready for whatever came my way

I packed up my belongings and said goodbye to my friends. I was sad to leave, but I was also excited to start the next chapter of my life.

I walked out of the dorm and took one last look back. I had made so many memories here. I had learned so much. I had grown so much.

I smiled and turned away. I was ready for the future.

 Dream to Study at the Police Academy and Become a Police Officer

By  Maghali Samibilgrama P.I

In the dynamic city of Makassar, where the hustle and bustle of everyday life meets the richness of Indonesian culture, there lives a boy named Maghali. From a simple house, Maghali harbored a dream that transcended the tropical landscape of his homeland – a dream of studying at the famous Police Academy, a superior academy for becoming a civil servant.

Maghali is a high school student at a school familiarly called SMUDAMA, SMUDAMA is one of the best High school that ever been. This year SMUDAMA is in the first position as the best public High school in South Sulawesi and ranked 260 from millions Public and Private High school in Indonesia. With those advantage, it can led Maghali to gain his success with all the best learning expirience from the best teacher in the province. Plus, the fact that SMUDAMA applied the Full English School System can boost Maghali’s English skill even more.

 Maghali's interest in police emerged from his early school years. When his roommate started introducing him to the world of the military, Maghali often saw his friends doing work outs such as push ups, sit ups, and so on. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, and his young mind imagined a future where he could contribute to the Republic of Indonesia.

Growing up in a strict environment, his parents supported him wholeheartedly. They believe in the transformative power of education and encourage Maghali to pursue her dreams, even if it means overcoming tough challenges.

Maghali's journey in the Indonesian education system is marked by perseverance and resilience. Hours were spent at his desk, lit by a single lamp, as he studied the histories of police science. The sounds of Makassar outside his window were replaced by the hum of thoughts and the scratching of pencils on paper.

The road to the police academy, which is located very far from the ocean, seemed scary for a young man from Makassar. Maghali knew that excellence in both academic and physical fields was the key to opening the gates of the academy he dreamed of. He enrolled in challenging courses, looked for additional study materials, and contacted his teachers for guidance.

 

As Maghali entered his final years of high school, the dream of attending the police academy became his driving force. He immersed himself in English courses, as proficiency in the language was a requirement for admission to the academy. The challenge of mastering a foreign language alongside her rigorous academic curriculum did not deter Maghali; on the contrary, it only fueled his resolve.

The day Maghali took part in the acceptance ceremony and passed was a moment frozen in time. The event, which was attended by prospective students, made a dream come true that had felt far away and unattainable. Families and Maghali's come together to celebrate, turning the Maghali home into a center of joy and pride.

The transition from Makassar to Semarang was a thrilling and challenging experience for Maghali. The new academic environment presented various obstacles, but Maghali faced them with the same determination that had propelled him across the seas. He embraced the diversity of Semarang, establishing relationships with fellow students from other areas.

 

Education at the Police Academy is very strict, encouraging Maghali to broaden his horizons. Various physical and spiritual education was undertaken, which did not make Maghali's spirit waver.

Graduation day at the police academy marked a triumphant end to Maghali's journey. Wearing a cap and gown, he stood out among his fellow graduates, a testament to the power of dreams, hard work, and resilience. Maghali's parents, who had traveled across the province to witness their son's achievement, beamed with pride as he delivered a heartfelt speech, expressing gratitude for their unwavering support.

Maghali's story is an inspiration both in Makassar and Indonesia. His dedication to the world of policing, coupled with the support of his family and community, proves that dreams, no matter how far away, can be realized through determination and hard work. When Maghali began a career that promised to contribute to the Republic of Indonesia, he knew that his journey from Makassar to Semarang, to be precise at the police academy, was not only a personal achievement but also a hope for prospective officers throughout Indonesia.

Makassar, March 08, 2024

(little bit of the theme but it’s ok)

 Studying in Smudama

By Someone of Irvana Batch 26

Entering SMA Negeri 5 Gowa was like stepping into a new world. The campus buzzed with energy, and I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I embarked on this new chapter of my life. Orientation week was a whirlwind of activities, but I quickly found my footing and began to settle into the rhythm of high school life.

Making friends was both exhilarating and challenging. I was surrounded by a diverse group of peers, each with their own interests and backgrounds. Through shared classes and extracurricular activities, I forged bonds that would become the foundation of lifelong friendships.

Academically, the transition to high school was demanding. The coursework was more rigorous, and I had to learn to manage my time effectively to keep up with assignments and exams. However, with the support of my teachers and classmates, I embraced the challenge and pushed myself to excel.

Living on campus provided a unique opportunity for independence and growth. From navigating dorm life to exploring the surrounding area, every day brought new experiences and adventures. I cherished the sense of community among fellow students and the camaraderie that developed within our dormitory walls.

As the year progressed, I became more involved in extracurricular activities. Whether it was joining a sports team or participating in a cultural club, I relished the opportunity to pursue my passions and develop new skills outside of the classroom.

Overall, my first year at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa was a period of adjustment, growth, and discovery. I faced challenges head-on, forged meaningful connections, and laid the groundwork for a fulfilling high school experience.

Entering my second year at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa, I felt a sense of confidence and familiarity with my surroundings. I had grown accustomed to the rhythms of high school life and was eager to dive deeper into my studies and extracurricular pursuits.

Academically, I challenged myself to take on more advanced courses and explore new subjects. Whether it was delving into literature, tackling complex math problems, or conducting experiments in the science lab, I embraced every opportunity to expand my knowledge and skills.

Outside of academics, I continued to be active in extracurricular activities. I joined the school's debate team, honing my public speaking and critical thinking skills through spirited discussions and competitions. I also volunteered for community service projects, finding fulfillment in giving back to those in need.

Living on campus continued to be a source of growth and independence. I learned to manage my time more efficiently, balancing academic responsibilities with social activities and personal pursuits. From late-night study sessions to weekend outings with friends, every moment was an opportunity for growth and connection.

One of the highlights of my second year was the sense of camaraderie among my classmates. We supported each other through the challenges of high school life, celebrating successes and offering a shoulder to lean on during difficult times. The bonds we formed were a testament to the strength of our community.

As the year drew to a close, I reflected on how far I had come since my first day at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa. I had grown not only academically but also personally, gaining confidence, resilience, and a deeper understanding of myself and the world around me.

My final year at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa was bittersweet. On one hand, I was excited to embark on the next chapter of my life, but on the other hand, I knew that I would miss the sense of community and belonging that had become such an integral part of my high school experience.

Academically, I focused on finishing strong and preparing for the next phase of my education. I poured myself into my studies, determined to achieve my goals and set myself up for success in the future. The support of my teachers and classmates was invaluable as I navigated the challenges of senior year.

Outside of the classroom, I cherished every moment spent with friends and classmates. From senior prom to graduation ceremonies, we celebrated the culmination of our high school journey and the memories we had created together.

Living on campus for the final time was a poignant experience. As I packed up my belongings and said goodbye to my dormitory, I felt a mix of nostalgia and excitement for the adventures that lay ahead. SMA Negeri 5 Gowa had been more than just a school – it had been my home for the past three years, filled with laughter, learning, and growth.

As I walked across the stage to receive my diploma, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the experiences and opportunities I had been given at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa. It had shaped me in ways I never could have imagined and prepared me for the challenges and adventures that awaited me beyond its walls.

Though my time at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa had come to an end, the memories and friendships forged within its halls would stay with me forever. As I said goodbye to the place that had been my home for the past three years, I knew that I was leaving with a lifetime of cherished memories and a sense of gratitude for the journey that had brought me to where I am today.

Looking back on my three years at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa, I am filled with gratitude for the experiences and opportunities that shaped me into the person I am today. From the challenges of freshman year to the triumphs of senior year, each moment taught me valuable lessons about resilience, perseverance, and the power of community.

Living on campus provided a unique opportunity for growth and independence, allowing me to forge deep connections with my peers and discover my passions and interests. The friendships I formed at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa will always hold a special place in my heart, serving as a reminder of the strength and support that comes from belonging to a community.

As I embark on the next chapter of my life, I carry with me the lessons learned and the memories made during my time at SMA Negeri 5 Gowa. It was more than just a school – it was a home, a family, and a place of growth and transformation. Though my journey may take me far from its halls, I will always carry with me the spirit of SMA Negeri 5 Gowa and the memories of the incredible journey we shared together. 

Story Life in Smudama

By Someone of XII.3

January 2, 2022, is an event that I will never forget.  Today I have to enter the dormitory, a building where I will stay for 2 and a half years to pursue my future.  Today I have to say goodbye to mom.  Bunda, these 5 letters 1 word are a beautiful angel sent by God to me, separating from him after 15 years together is very difficult, but I have to do this for the sake of the future.  Oh yes, let me introduce myself to Muh. Nayaka, I'll call you Yaka but I'm usually called "Nayaka" because my name is similar to a Japanese name.  I live in room Melati 5 with my three friends Zuhdi, Ghandur, and  the other one is Armand.  Bunda, that angel who escorted me safely to my room.  Unfortunately, Abah couldn't come in to see the condition of my room.  The room with 4 beds, 4 wardrobes and 4 study tables is large enough to be my second home in order to seek success.  I threw my body on the new bed, "It's different, yes, but it has to be done, that's all," I grumbled to myself.

 

Before Bunda left me, mom said, "Take care of yourself, kid, you can do it."  Bunda's voice trembled.  I saw a trace of unwillingness to let go of his little daughter.  Reflexively tears fell, sobbing I answered mom's message "Sure Bunda, Bunda is fine, ma'am, I'll pray for you, sis, greetings to Abah, tell Abah, Abah's little daughter really loves Abah."  Bunda kissed my forehead and slowly left my room.

 

 

 

 

 

Bunda coming home from my room means dorm life has begun.  These tears continued to roll down both of my eyelids as I looked forward to my mother's return.  I ran as fast as I could to the balcony and saw Bunda and Abah waving from a distance.  As time went on the image of Abah and Bunda disappeared, this made the tears continue to flow profusely until one of my new friends approached me.  "Hi, I'm Ghandur, are you?"  he greeted.  "Just call me Nayaka," I replied with tears in my eyes.  "Don't cry, you're still better off with mom and dad, I was just taken to the port and had to travel 4 hours by bus alone," he continued.  I was silent and for a moment was grateful for the sacrifice of my mother and father to take the time to accompany me.

               

Eating a meal in a dorm is very different from the pleasure of eating a meal at home.  Bunda's cooking is full of love, everything about the house makes me unable to stop the tears.  Remember mom's message is the main principle that I must maintain to live life in the dormitory.  For a moment I thought everyone felt the same way, not just me.  Here the mentality is at stake.  I am strong for Bunda, for Abah, for sister and for the future.

               

The dormitory, this dashing white building with just one floors, brought me together with friends I had never known before.  My dorm friends are friends who will accompany me to struggle for 2,5 years to achieve my success.  I started with the word "Hi" to start a friendship in this dorm.  At the beginning of a friendship, it's normal for someone to greet him well, but it's not uncommon for someone to ignore him.

 

Solidarity and togetherness are very much needed.  One by one I started to get to know friends.  Step by step we started to build a friendship.  Until finally we formed a brotherhood.  I learned to appreciate every difference in my dorm mates.  I realize that everyone is created differently, just like my dorm friends.  They are fun but sometimes they are annoying.  Day after day I spend with them, my dorm friends.  Over time, the stronger the brotherhood that is built in the dormitory becomes.  I learned that differences between friends in a dormitory can create a beautiful brotherhood.

               

Independence is the hardest thing I have to live with.  Doing activities without Bunda is hard.  Waking up in the morning without mom's nagging is something I really miss.  Bunda's caress when I'm tired after doing activities, Bunda's role as a good listener when I confide, and so on are part of the activities I do with Bunda.  This is my new chapter in life, I must be able to challenge all the obstacles that come my way.

             

The hostel has a story, I learned little by little about the events I went through, the longing for Bunda and Abah, the independence that I had to go through, new friends, a new house, and everything about the hostel has taught me the true meaning of life.

Life Story in Smudama

By Andi Azaliyah Febria Rifai

On Sunday, January 2 2022, I officially became a full-fledged high school student after 1 semester of online school because on that day young school started offline school, where we also started a new life in the dormitory. This is also where I started not seeing my parents for a long time.

On Monday 3 January 2022, the school officially started offline learning. Feelings that are difficult to describe, happiness and sadness mixed into one because on that very day "quarantine" began. Quarantine is a tradition passed down from generation to generation carried out by Smudama for newly admitted female students, where all cellphones belonging to female students are taken for 2 months and they are not allowed to be visited in order to train our independence. At first I felt this was normal, but after 2 days, precisely on January 5, my mother had her birthday. That's when I first felt sad because I couldn't say my birthday in person.

Previously, I didn't really know what hostel life was like. I just expected that dormitory life at Smudama would be like dormitories in general, but it turned out to be wrong. There were many written and unwritten rules that had to be obeyed, especially for us who were in grade 10 at that time. Even hijab straps and clothing colors may be rules in the hostel, it is not easy to comply with them all at the same time. However, as time went by it all became normal for me. As a grade 10 student whose burden is said to be heavier in the dormitory than at school, I use school as a place to restore the energy drained in the dormitory. Counting day by day, thinking about when this quarantine will end, adapting to new people, new atmosphere, new lifestyle, learning to socialize, and much more. Sometimes I feel that I might not be able to get through all of this because I was a crybaby. In the past, almost every day I cried quietly under the blanket so that my roommates wouldn't find out.

It didn't feel like quarantine was over, the day I was really looking forward to, where starting from that day we could play electronic devices and could be visited. After distributing the cellphones, I immediately contacted my parents and asked how they were doing.

Not long after, our seniors who are already at the final level of high school will move on to the next level. We held a "High School House" event as a sign of our farewell. We apologized to each other, remembering the times we had together, even though they were quite short. After the separation, two classes came, adapting in this era was not easy, we were shocked to see our seniors whose behavior we were not used to seeing because we were used to seeing them calm. But, maybe this is a phase of life, we will also feel it later.

Without realizing it, I had moved up to grade 11, which people said was double the burden of grade 10 because the burden was on school and dormitories. It's true, this feels more difficult than before, we are burdened with school assignments, committees, dorm rules, and much more. Moreover, we have underclassmen who must be respected and upperclassmen who must be respected. It felt really draining, I also thought that I wouldn't be able to get through it. However, support from people around me was very influential for me. This can all be cured because we can also get closer to our upperclassmen, we can interact, socialize and share more often, but this can only be done with a few people. Entering the 2nd semester in grade 11, one of our comrades moved, at that time we held a farewell event at the house of our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Murni. The farewell event was held as simply as possible, attended by our classmates and also our homeroom teacher. That night, we embraced each other, saying goodbye to our friend.

February 10th is my birthday, it happened to not be the time to go home so I celebrated it at smudama. Helped by my parents who came with cakes and gifts and then prepared the event at our homeroom teacher's house. We cooked and ate together at Pure Mother's house, then packed food for our friends who didn't have time to attend. This month, our school and MAN IC GOWA also carry out student exchanges, it's nice to be able to meet new people from other schools and introduce our traditions which may be unfamiliar to them.

Entering March, the last month we held our second farewell event. The difference is that this is for our class 25 seniors who will soon be leaving Smudama. We organize the event and collaborate with our juniors. Even though there are a few obstacles, we think this is a beautiful farewell for us. The month of Ramadhan has arrived, a much awaited time, waking up for sahur and being woken up by the boys' dormitory with excitement, school time is short, ngabuburit together, breaking the fast together in the serving room, and so on. Here we are in the month of Ramadhan, Takjil in the month of Ramadhan is very delicious in my opinion and there are various kinds, there are panadas, fruit ice, peanut bread. In my opinion, being woken up for sahur by the men's dormitory was also an exciting thing, they woke us up using drums and other noisy instruments, while shouting to wake us up at each dormitory. Another one that is the most exciting is "Pesantren Kilat". Nothing beats the excitement of Islamic boarding school, we study Islam, deepen our memorization, listen to lectures and sing Islamic songs together.

After the month of Ramadan, the time for the two generations comes. The wheel of life continues to move, last year we went through two years as juniors, now we are seniors. This period can actually be an opportunity for juniors and seniors to become closer, because there are only 2 classes and there are no limits to interactions between us as long as politeness is maintained. During these two generations, many work programs were running, both from dormitories and schools. The school is holding SECTION (Smudama English Camp for Education). SECTION is a work program where all students will speak English in the junior high school area as a whole for 4 days and hold English language competitions. Actually, this is nothing special because we are used to speaking English in the school area, the difference is that now even in the dormitory we have to speak English. The competitions held are also very exciting and can improve our English skills. Apart from that, the dormitory also holds PROMIS, these are competitions carried out by representatives of each block. Coincidentally, I am one of the committee members here, I organize the competitions and the winners, not only sports, games are also included in the competition here, and my team won 3rd place. PROMIS is over, it's time to go to class 12.

 

We arrived at the final level of high school, class 12. The level I least thought I would be able to go through, now that I think about it, it all seems to go by very quickly. At the beginning of class 12, namely in semester 1, we got to know our new junior class, Class 28, who were undergoing quarantine, a new responsibility that we had to take on. This is an obstacle for me when introducing smudama, which must be very foreign to them, but quite a few of them already know smudama. There are many rules that they don't know, as seniors we teach them one by one, but not everyone can accept the rules gracefully. We've been through it, we know how it feels to be surprised by new things but we can get through it. In the following month my health declined, I suddenly fell ill with typhus and had to go home and rest for 2 weeks. 2 weeks later, I had typhus again because I hadn't fully recovered but I was back at the hostel.

 

After the recovery period, I carried out my activities at Smudama as usual. Not long after, after much preparation, we held CESS (Competition of English and Science Smudama), we were busy carrying out our respective duties and welcoming each participant and companion well. For 3 days we carried out our respective duties, on the closing night we held a lively art performance. Starting with a talent show from each participant which was very unique, to a dance performance from the committee which was no less exciting.

 

Continue to Semester 2 in 2024, a year that will bring me success. Starting from activities held by alumni, namely the Faculty Expo, where we had alumni from various universities and faculties come and introduce them to us. This activity was very impressive and useful for me, especially at a time when our focus was on college. Then, the announcement of eligible students, Alhamdulillah, I am an eligible student, hopefully this will be my bridge to success. I express endless gratitude to Allah for giving me so many blessings.

 

I can't believe that this year will be my last year at this school as a junior high school student. Smudama is a place that taught me a lot about the meaning of life, taught me how useful time is, and many other good things. Maybe it's not easy to survive here but I can overcome all the obstacles.

Become Something Important in Smudama

By : Dwi saputri yasa

Who doesn't know smudama, where the school is full of a myriad of achievements as well as many quality graduates in it. I am one of the students in it, attending school there made me get a lot of new experiences, many rules, discipline, achievements, and also seniority that cannot be eliminated. Since the first batch, strict dormitory rules have been made. Like it or not, I have to live with it because I have become part of it. I felt the joy and sorrow, many bitter and sweet memories. One semester in smudama I went online, I always actively studied online, not forgetting to turn on the camera when online to respect the teacher. Doing assignments on time and also diligently answering teacher questions. I am also a typical person who likes to ask things I don't know, likes to invite people to discuss and is also quite responsible. When offline learning began, I set foot in Smudama for the first time, recognizing its unique and vast environment. I learned a lot of new cultures in smudama, especially in the dormitory. We are not allowed to wear flashy clothes, respect the older siblings, do not forget to always say excuse me when passing the older ones.

In the few months I was there, I learned a lot of new things. I was quite adaptable to my surroundings, where my other friends were stressed thinking about home, I didn't think too much about it. Being independent and responsible became my traits and was recognized by many older siblings in the school as well as my friends. One day I saw an older sibling who had an important position in Smudama. They wore red suits, and seeing that interested me. They were so cool in those suits. I then found out what position they had. And it turned out that they were mpk, which is the class representative assembly. They were quite strict and responsible. Their job is above the osis, and they help the osis. Very cool in my eyes.

Arriving when I was in second grade, I was chosen to serve as head of the class by my class. And I won the most votes, my friends chose me because of my suitable nature to serve as head of the class. Of course, I who knew that I was chosen to be head of the class was very happy, how could I not be happy if I had dreamed of becoming head of the class since grade 1 and finally realized it. I really can't believe it, but that's the reality. The duties of the Head of Staff are quite heavy, especially when they have meetings that take a long time. There were even meetings until midnight and almost dawn. Fortunately, I was ready to go through all that, and it was my responsibility to carry out my position. And my classmates also trusted me a lot in that regard.

As the days passed, I carried out my duties as an employee with full responsibility and discipline. Of course being an mpk must have bitter and sweet, at first it was difficult but it could be lived smoothly because I had adapted. Time becomes tight, tiredness does not escape in a day. Especially if there is a meeting and also when there is an event from the mpk school that must take care of all that. And also organize the osis, see its development, and also provide input and criticism. It really takes a lot of energy and thought. Moreover, besides being busy in the organization, I also have to focus on learning. Having to actively ask questions and also answer in class, how not to get tired if so.

Not long after that, I was promoted to the security section again, having to check who didn't eat lunch and dinner. Also keeping an eye on who returned late to the dormitory, it was very tiring and also busy. Of course with that much activity makes me sometimes become stressed, busy time, a lot of tasks also if there is a test. Wow if you think about it, it can make me crazy, but fortunately I can go through everything. Sometimes things don't go as expected, but I'm still sincere and keep going. Every time at night, thinking about it makes me want to cry but I have to be strong to go through it. I always say, patiently wait one more year you will graduate from here and be released from the organization. So that's what makes me strong enough to survive until now.

There were some rules that I changed during my tenure, some rules that I felt were not good for the students were abolished and replaced with better ones. So a lot of things changed during my tenure. Plus, when they got to the third grade, there were no more older siblings to maintain the rules. So when they graduated, the rule points were abolished and replaced to be new and better than before.

Arrived 3rd grade semester 2, where my management period had expired and was replaced by younger siblings. Honestly letting go of an important position is very sad but I have to stay strong and also I just remembered that it is very difficult to carry out the task of being an mpk. So it's a bit relieved to let go of the busyness, and incidentally I have to focus on utbk so why extend the management period. Well even though sometimes the busyness makes me miss but I have to focus on living a new life. And also a lot of new experiences I got while being an important part of smudama. It's nice to know that I once served as an important person there. And did many useful things and helped many students. That's enough of my story, hopefully in the future it will be even better.

 

 

 

Dreams To The Gadjah Mada University

By Aulia Eka Anugrah

In a wonderfull city of Makassar, where the scent of ocean breeze mingled with the vibrant colors of bustling markets, lived a determined young girl named Aulia. From the heart of Sulawesi, Miranurtured a dream that glowed within her like the warm Makassar sun – a dream to study at the prestigious Gadjah Mada University, a beacon of knowledge and academic excellence.

Aulia's journey began in a modest neighborhood, where the call to education echoed through the bustling streets. Her parents, with dreams as vast as the Sulawesi sea, recognized the potential in their daughter. Inspired by tales of Gadjah Mada University's illustrious history, Miraaspired to tread its hallowed halls and embrace the opportunities it offered.

As Miranavigated through the Indonesian education system, her enthusiasm for learning became a guiding light. Late nights in her room, adorned with posters of inspiring scholars and the iconic Borobudur Temple, were spent immersed in textbooks and notebooks filled with diligent notes. The rhythmic sounds

of Makassar's vibrant street life outside her window served as a backdrop to Aulia's intellectual pursuits.

The dream of studying at Gadjah Mada University became a driving force for Aulia. Despite facing financial constraints, she approached every challenge with a resilience that mirrored the waves crashing against the shores of Losari Beach. Aulia's academic prowess shone through, earning her accolades and respect among her peers and teachers.

Aulia's parents, understanding the significance of their daughter's aspirations, became her unwavering support system. They worked tirelessly, making sacrifices to ensure that Mirahad access to the resources she needed for her education. The family's small dining table transformed into a haven for discussions about Gadjah Mada University, dreams, and the limitless possibilities that education could unlock.

As Miraentered the pivotal years of high school, she dedicated herself to rigorous studies, seeking guidance from teachers and mentors who could help shape her path. Makassar's vibrant culture and rich history became a wellspring of inspiration for Aulia's essays and

projects, adding a touch of Sulawesi's unique flavor to her academic pursuits.

The day the acceptance letter from Gadjah Mada University arrived was a moment of pure joy for Miraand her family. The envelope, bearing the emblem of the esteemed institution, held the realization of a dream that had seemed distant and unattainable. Makassar, proud of its ambitious daughter, celebrated Aulia's achievement with the joyous sounds of traditional music and the savory aroma of local delicacies.

The transition from Makassar to Yogyakarta brought Mirato the heart of Java, where Gadjah Mada University awaited her with open arms. The campus, steeped in history and surrounded by lush greenery, felt like a second home. Miraembraced the diverse community, forging friendships and immersing herself in the rich academic atmosphere that permeated the university.

Gadjah Mada's challenging curriculum tested Aulia's intellect and perseverance. The university's iconic library, with its towering shelves of knowledge, became her sanctuary. Miradelved into research projects, engaged

in extracurricular activities, and navigated the complexities of university life with grace and determination.

Graduation day at Gadjah Mada University marked the culmination of Aulia's extraordinary journey. Clad in traditional attire, she stood among her fellow graduates, the emblem of the university gleaming proudly. In her graduation speech, Miraexpressed gratitude for her family's sacrifices and the support of her community in Makassar. She spoke of the dreams that transcended geographical boundaries and the indomitable spirit of a girl from Sulawesi.

As Mirastepped into the professional world armed with her degree, she carried with her not only academic achievements but the vibrant spirit of Makassar and the dreams of an entire community. Her journey, from a modest neighborhood in Sulawesi to Gadjah Mada University, became a symbol of the transformative power of education and the resilience of those who dare to dream.

Aulia's story resonated beyond the city limits of Makassar, inspiring young minds across Indonesia to

pursue their dreams with unwavering determination. The dream that started in a small room in Makassar had now become a beacon, illuminating the path for others who believed in the extraordinary potential that education and determination could unlock.

Tinggimoncong, January 13, 2024

Smudama Never Ending Story

By Ricard Carly Chrismas Padolo

The story begins when I was still in Jayapura, Papua. At that time I was still in junior high school and was thinking about which high school I should go to in order to continue my education at a higher level, and at that time my parents gave me the choice of the best high school in Jayapura at that time, but in the deepest part of my heart, I want to study abroad because I want to find a new atmosphere and I also want to go abroad to achieve my dreams. After discussing my wishes with my parents, I was allowed to study outside of Papua Island on the condition that I study well so that my dreams could be achieved. Day after day I use it to look for information about the best schools in South Sulawesi. After getting the information I was looking for, I finally chose 2 of my target high schools in South Sulawesi, namely SMA KATOLIK RAJAWALI Makassar and the second, SMAN 5 Gowa or commonly known as SMUDAMA.

I have gone through many processes, starting from registering at these two high schools and the result was that I was only accepted at SMAN 5 GOWA because there was so much tight competition at SMA KATOLIK RAJAWALI Makassar that I had to drop my registration at SMA KATOLIK RAJAWALI Makassar. My failure in registration did not reduce my enthusiasm to study at SMAN 5 GOWA, because I am grateful to be able to enter one of the high schools that I have dreamed of since being in Papua. After passing several stages, finally my status is now one of the students at Smudama and finally the learning began. But because of the COVID 19 virus at that time, distance learning had to be implemented in my first semester to maintain the safety of me and my family.

I have spent several months learning remotely from my home. Until the government provided a NEW NORMAL system at that time. At that time I was very happy because I couldn't wait to meet and talk to my high school friends who I had known throughout online school. After a long wait, finally there was a decision from the school at that time and my school decided to return to face-to-face learning as usual with the requirement that we still comply with the health protocols that existed at that time. The departure date arrived, the day I had to leave together with my parents and my brother to take me to Makassar. When I arrived in Makassar, my feelings were immediately mixed, because this was the first time I had to be away from my parents, where I had to pursue my dreams with my parents who were far away in Papua.

Finally, after arriving at SMUDAMA, I had to say goodbye to my parents and siblings at that time to continue my education at this boarding school. Even though I was sad because I had to be quarantined for 2 months and wasn't allowed to call my parents during that time. My feelings of sadness immediately disappeared because I was able to meet my friends who I’ve had known online, even though it was only a few people. After arriving at the dormitory, I was placed in a room called Bangsal Pinang, but the room was full and I had to move to a room called Bangsal Anggrek. I felt very happy in that room, because at that time my roommate was also one of my classmates who I had known at that time during online school, that person was named Qinan. After getting to know my other roommates, I finally knew the names of my roommates at that time.

The beginning of my life as a boarding student at Smudama began. After handing over my cellphone as a sign of the first time I was quarantined in the dormitory, I also had to get used to living without electronic devices in all my activities for 2 months. My quarantine was held because there was a good intention. Where we are taught not to be too dependent on electronic devices and We were also taught about the good things about socializing in the surrounding environment. This quarantine was also good for me because I was taught not to have too much hope from my parents and to try to live independently so that in the future we can get used to living in an increasingly harsh world. In the dormitory, I also socialized with my seniors and also with my friends. You could say that at that time I had to face the harsh teaching of my seniors at that time. The large number of people I already know makes me a talkative person when hanging out with my friends. I spent my days in the dormitory cleaning the blocks and rooms every morning and afternoon, studying at school from 06.25 to 15.15 and not forgetting various other dormitory activities.

I have spent day after day, week after week together with my friends. In a few days the time will come when my friends and I will receive back the cellphones that we have been collecting for a long time in our respective class teacher as a sign that my quarantine will be over. I couldn't suppress my feeling of happiness until the day when me and my classmates didn't have to feel it anymore. One day when we felt that that day would be an ordinary day that was usually passed with our various existing activities. We were shocked because that day there was a shout from my seniors telling us to gather in a room, and there me and my friends had little time for rest because that night my friends and I would enter a trial by my seniors on because of the many mischief that me and my friends did during our quarantine period in class 1. There's not much I can tell because it contains violence and is also confidential, but after thinking about that night, there are so many memories that can be remembered. But definitely don't want to do it again.

My quarantine period was finally over and was marked by the return of my electronic devices which had to be confiscated at the beginning of the quarantine, are now back in my hands and at that time I immediately informed my parents who were in Jayapura. Sad mixed with happiness because I could see and hear my parents even though only via video call, but that was enough to make up for the feeling of longing for my parents. I spent day after day together with my friends until finally we parted ways with our seniors. Honestly, at that time I felt sad because I had to part with good people like them, even though my friends and I sometimes considered their teachings harsh. However, it would be sad to be left behind by good people like those who have given some of their knowledge to me and my friends. This farewell had to be accompanied by the return of me and my friends back home, because at that time it was the fasting holiday.

When we returned from the fasting holiday, I, who was staying at my friend's house at that time, returned together to the dormitory to return to my life as a resident of the dormitory and also as one of the students who had to study seriously at high school in order to achieve my dreams. T     hat time there were only 2 classes at my school, so it was called MASDA, namely the two class period, where Masda aims to increase the feeling of brotherhood between my class and also the class that is 1 level older.

After MASDA is finished, my class status was different, from being the youngest at school to being in class eleven at SMUDAMA, which meant that at that time there was a new Class 10 at my school. My second grade years were full of feelings of brotherhood and also these times where I was starting to know what was called love (although you could say my love at that time was still called Monkey Love). In second grade, me and my friends started to be active in organizations and at this time, for some reason, I felt more freedom than in my first grade. Because we are already active in organizations, of course there are a lot of work programs from organizations in the second grade period that must be implemented. Even during this time, my roommates and I often got up to mischief, such as stealing local pineapples and going on trips without permission from my dormitory supervisor, and also during my 2nd grade, I spent various dormitory activities just like I did in 1st grade, but The difference is that meetings during the quarantine period are no longer allowed during the period when I was in grade 2.

Long story short, I have gone through many memories in my 2nd class right until the time I said goodbye again to my seniors. Now the time has come for me and my friends to live our lives as 3rd grade students at Smudama. There are many memories that have been passed in my 2nd grade and in my 3rd grade there was a big activity managed by my class, namely CESS. During CESS, me and my friends made a lot of preparations so that this event could be carried out well. Starting from meetings, dividing committee composition to decorating the class so that it looks good when the event starts.

After carrying out this CESS, me and my friends must be busy studying UTBK because in a few weeks after this, we will leave SMUDAMA to continue our higher education. However, in the midst of our studies, we made some memories that would be remembered even if we were busy with our own affairs.

I didn’t notice how time after time, day after day, month after month passed and finally I realized that my time would be finished at Smudama. I have made so many memories here and it would be hard if I had to leave SMUDAMA and the memories here. I can't believe that from grade 1 to grade 3, I've gone through a lot of sadness and laughter here. Is this the end of my journey at this school? I don't think so, because I believe in the words my seniors said when they graduated, namely; “SMUDAMA NEVER ENDING STORY”.

 From Strangers to Family

By Syam Syahrul Dwi Gandana

          Hi all, today I would like to tell you about my life as a student that lives in dormitory. First of all I would like to introduce my self. My name is Syam Syahrul Dwi Gandana, people used to call me Syam, Syami, Acul and much more from that, funny right? I had so many nickname, but that was one of the most memorable things to remember when we talk about high school’s story. Right now I am a 3^rd grade student on my high school, SMA Negeri 5 Gowa, or people used to call it Smudama. I am the 26^th generation here, Irvana, that’s the name. I think that is for the introduction, so let’s check out the story

          Back then on June 2021, that was the time for us as a student that just graduate from middle school to look for a new place for study, high school. One day on June 2021, my parents told me to try register at Smudama. I agree with their decision to try it, and yeah I try to register and wait for the announcement. Till the day for the announcement on 11^th June 2021, I know that I passed the registration and that day finally, became the day that I am officially a student on Smudama.

          Nothing much to talk about my first semester on smudama, because it was Covid-19 pandemic, which is we supposed to study at home. That time I only have a few friends, because I don’t know how to start conversation to make friend. I even rarely to pay attention to the teacher when they are explaining. Untill the day come, when the government said that we can back to study at school again, I am feeling sad and excited at the same time. I am sad because we have to be away from home, but as a new student I am feeling excited to start my new chapter of my lifes.

          It was 3^rd January 2022 that day, the day when I have already go to Smudama. When I finally arrived at Smudama, I am kinda nervous, because there is so many strangers for me. Like, I was thinking, how am I supposed to survive here? I haven’t talk with any of them in real life yet. But yeah, we have to socialize with the others. And everythings start from here.

          I live my days with people that I haven’t know yet before. I have to stay in the same bedroom with people that I didn’t know before. I have to eat with someone I didn’t know. Study, cleaning, and do so many things with someone I didn’t know, stranger, that’s how people call it right?

          Till the day when I am on my 2^nd grade at Smudama, a lot things happen. Laugh, tears, and loves. Basically, Smudama is the miniature of lives. Here, I learn so many things. I learn how was the live is, it is about accepting and letting go. I learn how actually love is, how it feels when we have someone special in our life. I even learn how it feels when we don’t have someone to rely on when we are feeling down. But, I’ve found my new home, it was them my friends, Irvana. Here, I found my new family.

          At my 2^nd grade at Smudama, I’ve met with many things. How it feels to became an organization student, how to compete with the others to get good grade, and how can we balance these two things, and many more.

          Time passed quickly, now I am on my 3^rd grade at Smudama. This time the problem is more complicated. Lot of tears came out now. How is it feels fight with your own family. I doesn’t feel good, uncomfortable, and hurtful. How is it feels when you don’t have much time left here, but the problem is getting worse. But near with the time we have to leave Smudama, we realize that we shouldn’t be like this. We supposed to apologizing, holding hands, and embrace each other. These make us getting closer as a family.

          I am just counting my fingers how much longer I’ll be here. This time, I hope that I can turn back the time. The fact that it’s only 1 month left, make me sad everytime I think about it. How can I leave them. They are my comfort place, my house, they are my family. I can’t hold back my tears however I remember it. To leave my friends and everyone that I feel like they are my family, it feels so hard to do. Now, we’ve come to an end, the last chapter on high school.

          Like I said before, live is about accepting and letting go. Accepting new people comes to our life and letting go someone special from our life. Everytime someone go from our life, we have to accept it even if it’s hard to do.

          From strangers to family, that is how I called it. It starts when I met with someone new comes to my life, turns out, they became my family. At the end of the day, all of this story, all of the things we’ve been do together, all of that laugh and tears, and even the love story, that’s the only thing I would remember and I would miss everything I talk about.

-Love you to the moon and back-

         

 

 

 

 

 

My School Days in Smudama

By Nabila Putri Wijaya

In one area there is a school located in the mountains called SMAN 5 GOWA. This school is one of the leading schools in this area. Initially I didn't have the slightest intention of going to school here but my parents suggested boarding school and decided to choose that school. I have a lot of considerations about going to boarding school, I'm afraid I won't be comfortable in that environment. But I have a cousin who is an alumni of that school, he also told me about life there so that my heart was moved to enter that school. Let me introduce myself, my name is Nabila Putri Wijaya, usually called 'naput', a person who is very shy when interacting with new people. I am the 2nd child of 4 siblings. I have high aspirations and I decided to go to school at SMAN 5 GOWA or famous as the name 'smudama' as a place to pursue my future.

January 2 2020 was the first day I experienced hostel life. It was very hard to have to leave and stay away from old friends and the hardest thing was that I had to be separated from the people I saw every day, namely my little family. When I arrived at SMAN 5 GOWA I was very confused about the structure of the school because the school was surrounded by so many trees that I thought this school was no longer suitable for use but as I walked around the school it turned out I was wrong, the school was very clean and very clean. cool because it is in the mountains.

The sky was starting to get dark and my family started to move away from my sight, they had gone home and before leaving me they said "you have to be a good child and you have to study hard for your future" at that time I held back my tears so they wouldn't fall and looks weak in their eyes. After they were out of my sight, that meant dormitory life had begun. I headed to the room I would be staying in, namely Seruni 3. My legs started to stiffen when I arrived at the dormitory, I wasn't ready to interact with new people. My room was on the second floor, apparently I took so long to say goodbye to my family that my roommate was already in the dormitory and the people next to me and my roommate had started cleaning in the dormitory area. When I wanted to go into the room and open the door, it turned out that the door was stuck so it was difficult to open. At that time I was very confused about what to do and I wanted to ask someone for help but I was very embarrassed and I saw that my roommate was indifferent to the trouble that had happened to me. . At that time I thought they were stingy people and indifferent to the people around them. After cleaning the dormitory area I started to tidy up my things and when I wanted to put on the sheets I had difficulty "do you want help or not?" one of my roommates offered to help "if I could" I accepted his help. It turns out my thoughts were wrong, they are good but I don't understand how they are because this is my first day in the room with them. Isra, Eka, and Nayla are the people who will accompany me while studying at SMAN 5 Gowa. They are my roommates who are witnesses to my struggle to achieve my dreams while at this school.

I heard clapping downstairs and it turned out to be the signal for dinner. This school has many unique things that I have just discovered in my life. For example, applause before eating, women are not allowed to walk in the dormitory or school area alone, moving class and so on. At this school, etiquette is the most important thing, I was surprised because at this school they are very polite with the people around them so that this habit continues outside the dormitory and school areas. When I entered the dining room, of course the food menu was very different from the delicious food I usually eat at home. Usually every dinner my family and I get together and tell stories about how their day was, but while in the dorm I have to socialize with upperclassmen, which is one of the things that high school students usually do when in the dining hall. Dinner was finished and I went back to the room "Who were you sitting with earlier?" Ira asked "I was sitting with Eka, but you?" I asked again "I was sitting with Gita's sister." After chatting about it in the dining room, I got ready for the Isha prayer in congregation at the mosque and got ready for bed. When 09.00 at night arrived, I felt so empty, my tears started to fall on the bed. I miss my family. It hasn't been quite 24 hours since I saw my family but I'm sad because I'm far from my parents. Some of my roommates also cried because they missed their families.

03 January 2020, my first day of school at smudama. The day I met a new face, I tried to cover up my shyness to get to know a classmate who would become my friend for 3 years. One of the requirements for new students at SMUDA is that we have to quarantine for 2 months and not use cellphones during quarantine. So we will get used to not having cellphones and we can get closer to the people around us. Dormitories are definitely not far from the word 'rules'. The first week of dormitory life, there were a lot of rules that had been conveyed by upperclassmen, I was a bit surprised about these rules but I accepted this because each school has its own rules and these rules must be followed.

Each person's character is different. Of course we have to study the nature of each person. Living with friends in a hostel made me learn a lot about the characters of many people. Adapting to people's characters is not easy. In the same room, we definitely have different attitudes and characteristics, no matter how we are, as roommates we have to be able to understand each other. But sometimes my roommate and I fight about things that don't suit us. That's normal according to us. Me, for 3 years we meet all the time and of course there are some things that don't match between us so that's what makes us feel bad. But no matter what, friends are still friends, no matter what the problem, it won't be long before some of us are willing to lower our egos so that our friendship remains intact. I am very happy to be at SMudama because this school teaches about friendship that is very solid, how we have to help each other when a friend is in trouble. I am very lucky to be part of the 26th batch of `IRVANA`. Irvana is an abbreviation of The Resonance on Everlasting Saga, where the name was compiled from the agreement of its members. Every day there are things they do that make me smile.

Behind the fun that exists and is experienced, of course there are also things that I don't like about this school. Surviving at high school is one of my prides because there are many obstacles that have to be overcome. When I was in grade 11 I was sad when I heard that a friend of mine was going to move from high school for some reason, of course my classmates were very sad about that. We held a small event as a farewell and gave an impressive message to my friend who was going to move. Class 12 arrived, I thought Fayd was the last person to move, it turns out one of my friends is moving schools again and again. Of course, the feelings when Fayd moved came back, Surya was a very cheerful person in the class, he often entertained and made the whole class laugh because of his behavior and I really didn't think he would move. Even though they have moved, they are still part of Irvana and Miracle.

One of the moments that I liked while I was at Smudama was when CESS was held. CESS is an abbreviation for Competition of English and Science Smudama, a competition held for junior high school students which is usually held every 2 years. CESS is the biggest program available. At Smudama, all the students at Smudama were on the committee because this project required a lot of energy to run this work successfully. At that time I was the equipment secretary and the coordinator was a scientific expert. I really didn't expect that I am a very introverted person but being appointed as a secretary is definitely not easy. At first I was very hesitant because I was afraid of not being trustworthy, but the expert forced me and gave me responsibility as a secretary in the equipment department and I accepted it. This is my first time as a secretary, of course there are many things I don't know, in the end I often ask questions to experts. CESS that other divisions need and there are many more heavy tasks that must be completed by the equipment division. But we have quite a lot of members so the tasks that have been given are quite light. Because I am a secretary in this division and an expert as a coordinator, we often communicate almost every day, we send messages to each other, whether it's about what we are going to make or evaluations every day. But apart from that, we often discuss other things, such as funny things that happened and also sometimes we complain to each other so that what we feel is a little more intense.

I'm relieved. Day after day passed until the 7th day arrived, which is the last day which means CESS will end. The last day was the most lively day because at that time there were several performances from junior high school students and of course their performances were very cool. But there was one performance that was the most lively and stunning, of course the performance from the junior high school students themselves. I really enjoyed that performance. until my eyes fell on one person, I thought to myself "excited, what is this feeling?" I thought, I don't know why when I saw him my heart beat quite fast. It didn't feel like it was already 12 o'clock at night and the event was about to end. All fellow committee members were asked to go up to the stage to take a group photo. Even though the event was over, the equipment division was still doing their respective work, that's how the equipment members were still doing their work without taking a break, after all the items were returned, we also took the time to take photos as a form of memory that we had also taken part in enlivening it. CESS event and the day was over.

The first day after CESS I woke up on my soft bed and was greeted with the sun welcoming my bright morning. Yes, it turned out I was late, maybe because I was tired since CESS was carried out, so much energy, so much mental stress I felt because it was the first time I had been a secretary but yes I have a coordinator who really helps me in carrying out my duties I am very grateful to him because thanks to him all the work on the equipment runs smoothly and I am also grateful to CESS because thanks to that event I have a lot of experience and I met too with someone who taught me the meaning of meetings behind work, thank you friends, thank you experts and thank you CESS for bringing us together.