Not Everyone Is Good at Many Things
I looked at the sheet the class president had just handed out to me. The sheet that is required to be filled in will then be brought down to the counseling room when our names are called later. We will be questioned and given input by the counseling teacher about further education and our future goals. Honestly, I'm very confused because I don't know what my real talent is. Please don't say that my talent is archery because I'm not that great. Really. I only do archery to have work and make my mother proud, that's all. No more than that.
The sound of the clock my father gave me was heard because the class was suddenly quiet. After all, the chemistry teacher had just entered the classroom. If the chemistry teacher asked us to stay in class there was only one possibility, which was an impromptu daily test. The thing I hate is the impromptu daily test, therefore, I always count every meeting with the subject teachers so that I can guess when the impromptu daily test will be held. Even though I rarely go to class, I have a CCTV that I can ask, namely Derin.
"Today we have a daily test to determine whether yesterday's material entered your brain or was just a passing wind." The chemistry teacher gave us a sheet of paper containing the daily test questions and luckily I had studied last night even though during the material yesterday, I had a practice session.
My eyes stared at the paper containing ten questions but maybe my brain would jump out when the chemistry hour ended. These are all questions about yesterday's practicum and how can I answer them. Ah, this is unfair to me and the other school athletes. So, don't be asked if many school athletes have bad grades. It's true, we can't master many fields at the same time.
"If you were serious about studying yesterday during the practicum, you wouldn't have any trouble." Then what about me who did not participate in the practicum? I will answer these questions. Free writing, of course, cannot be done for exact science lessons like this.
I gave up and raised my hand up and immediately got the attention of the chemistry teacher. "What about the athletes who didn't attend the practicum yesterday," I asked very boldly.
The chemistry teacher glared at me and then cast his gaze across the class. "Who are the athletes who did not attend the practicum yesterday?" he asked and several of his classmates who were also athletes raised their hands.
"Five children," said the chemistry teacher with a very suspicious look. "Then the five of you can read chapter eleven and I will ask you about some of the things in that chapter. Instead of grades for practicum and daily tests," the chemistry teacher paused, "Now read chapter eleven in the library and meet me after school in the living room. teacher."
I feel like dying right now. Why is this young chemistry teacher so annoying? Imagine, we had to memorize a chapter and it was very difficult to remember in such a short time. Without objection, the five of us took our chemistry books and bags to go to the library for fear that if we protested we would get more assignments.
"Isn't this outrageous," asked Sevin, the school's beach volleyball athlete my relationship with him was quite good because we were both school athletes so we had the same fate when we were in class.
"Only two hours of class and it's already taken a few minutes. How can we remember everything we read." Nandia complained that she was pessimistic and unlike Nandia, who was very optimistic when she was on the basketball court.
"It can't be helped, school athletes are always underestimated about intelligence and we are only labeled as smart in one field, only sports." What James said is true and yes, we are always considered that way.
"So, we focus more on ourselves being athletes because not everyone is good at many things." James is a badminton athlete who is also a motivator today.
"Agree," I said excitedly as well as Sevin and Nandia while Jae-Hwo, was silent.
I know, Jae-Hwo also silently agreed. He's only noisy when with me but with others, it's as if his vocal cords are being borrowed by a serious singer for a solo concert. So he just kept quiet.
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Chemistry class has passed but it is not over because after school we will get questions about what we read in the library. Is our brain capacity sufficient or not? That's the point, right? The most important thing is that I tried my best, so if I can't answer, then yes.
Now I am confronted with a beautiful and friendly counseling teacher. Her name is Anne, very beautiful, isn't it? As beautiful as the owner of the name. My eyes wandered around the counseling room while Mrs. Anne was busy typing something on the computer while looking at my paper which I only filled in my identity.
This counseling room feels comfortable with the smell of the room smelling mint and the arrangement of things here is also neat. It seems that the guidance and counseling teachers here have deliberately designed this room as comfortable as possible so that the students feel comfortable.
"Why isn't it filled," Mrs. Anne's index finger pointed at the question about what my goals were that I didn't fill out.
"I don't know," I answered honestly because I was really in a dilemma. Mrs. Anne smiled sweetly and she seemed to understand what I meant.
"Fine, the mother will help you," I looked at Mrs. Anne doubtfully because so far no one has been able to help me. Those who try to help, end up asking me to do what they want for me under the pretext that it's my talent. I just want someone to help me get to know myself better and discover who I am and what my natural talents are. Not pushing me to do what they want for me.
"What do you love most and want to do over and over again because it makes you happy," Mrs. Anne asked and I started to think.
I wonder if there's anything like that that I've done so far. It doesn't seem to exist and it doesn't exist. "There isn't any," I answered with a stupid look.
"Um, how about archery? You're a school archery athlete and you were able to donate a silver medal to the school. Aren't you happy when you get that win?"
I fell silent. I always ask myself this and I don't feel good for myself but for other people. For Mom. I feel relieved because I can make mom happy that's all. "I don't know. I feel relieved and happy when I get the victory because it can make mom feel proud. That's all." In the end, I told Mrs. Anne and Mrs. Anne seemed surprised by my honesty.
"Well, that's a very noble thing," I know, Miss Anne said it to cheer me up.
"Is there anything else you would like to do or talk to your parents about your future?"
"I once said that I wanted to continue to the faculty of agriculture and become a farmer. My father thought I wanted to be a civil servant like him, so my father gave me a lot of practice questions for the civil service exam."
"That's a good thing, Roosevelt. I'm going to recommend some colleges for you." Mrs. Anne was very enthusiastic but I wasn't at all.
"But now I don't want that anymore." Well, I'm good at making other people change their expressions quickly.
"Then is there anything else you want? I'm sure you must have something you want to achieve." Mrs. Anne is still trying to dig up what I will do after I graduate from high school.
"I don't know yet," An answer that made Mrs. Anne sigh resignedly to me.
"Okay, I will discuss this with your parents so they can help you and you are also obliged to see mom in the counseling room anytime for consultation or to talk about your future."
Talking to my parents is not a good idea but the worst idea of all time because it will cause a debate between my mother-father-myself and Sis Lovelace. All right, mentally prepare yourself, Roosevelt.
"Now you can go out and find what makes you feel alive and happy that you don't want to stop doing it."
"Thank you."
I came out of the counseling room then my friend entered the counseling room. Yes, we took turns going into the counseling room. While outside the counseling room, I was greeted by Jae-Hwo and Derin. They looked at me worried, maybe my face could tell them everything so they looked at me like that.
"How?" Derin asked me and I knew that Jae-Hwo was going to ask a question but Derin went first.
"I didn't fill in the ideals column …" I haven't finished speaking and they both shouted in unison in surprise to become the center of attention and a warning not to make noise.
"You need a ruqyah."
Jae-Hwo who has to be in ruqyah, why is it me? Very unreasonable.
"What are your aspirations?" Derin asked Jae-Hwo with a little curt. Derin is a bestie with me so she gets annoyed when Jae-Hwo says that I have to be in ruqyah.
When Jae-Hwo was about to answer I went ahead of him, "The lipstick sales suit him so well."
"Seriously Jae-Hwo," asked Derin with a cynical look at Jae-Hwo.
"Why not," Jae-Hwo replied while smiling sweetly and his sweet smile seemed to mock me that he was not provoked by my sentence.
Ugh, that sucks!
To be continued.