Now I want to re-dive into my memories of your inner cavity.

 High School - The period where I was still wearing a white gray uniform that smelled of the sun. The period that I could never forget, my place met with friends who now lived their own lives. The period in which I began to know love, which I lived shyly but did not lack sincerity. And one thing that always sticks in the head circumference, the school building - where all the corners keep a variety of stories. Ah, if only I could once again taste that time. This heart is really longing. Do you still stand tall, welcome the rain and the sun by not caring? Or is it that your old blue paint fades off, slowly, but surely? And is there still a scribble on the work of the ignorant student behind your body? Understandably, their behavior is only temporary. They just want to attach a bit of identity, just leave a simple sign for the ingredients of laughter when old. How old are you up to today? Are the injuries caused by the earthquake a few years ago still there? Wounds that cause some parts of your body to experience permanent defects on the right and left and require a little renovation. Ah, but after all the earthquake wasn't a big thing for you. Even though you are still capable and faithfully overshadowing humans until this moment.  I remember when I first looked at you from afar, when I was in white and blue uniform. It never crossed my head that I would continue my education at your place. But what is the power, the insufficient value of a junior high school diploma frustrates a dream to study in a place I want. Ah, I thought about that at the time, in order to reach for a piece of paper labeled a high school diploma, this was the way I should go. After all, I will meet new humans who fulfill exciting stories about my youth. And, sure enough, in your place I find a variety of friends and stories that have never been forgotten and I will surely tell the children and grandchildren. From the front gate to the backyard, every corner of you saves stories and memories. all your corners save the story via eigarebyu.blogspot.com Is there still a security post near your towering gate? Witness where I and my friends had to run before 7 in the morning or when we had to beg the security guard. In that place too, I and one of my two friends who like to break the rules must make their hearts clear when the BK teacher takes complete shoes with his socks which are not in accordance with the rules. Ah, it feels like yesterday everything happened. I also never forgot how the wide field behind the black gate always served to fulfill my desires and classmates playing basketball for the rest of the day and in every sports lesson. Or when we have to take a bath in the sun during a row training so that our skin becomes even more wistful. Or even when the front yard of your building holds us for scout camp activities on Saturdays and Sundays. And what I always remember is Monday morning apples - where all of us always take part in half-hearted ceremonies when we have to receive punishment when we forget to bring a hat. Ah, indeed the field has always served me and my friends. Also always provide the best seating when the break arrives. Yes, park benches lined up next to the field and the large mango trees that shade are perfect places for students to mingle. Now I want to re-dive into my memories of your inner cavity. Hi, my classroom, what do you look like now? Is there still a wooden table with my name engraved in the classroom that I used to live in? The silent witness of my actions with friends when exchanging answers on math and physics tests. And has the chalkboard been renewed, which starts to roll on each corner with a new board? Ah, I also remember there are some paintings of homeland fighters stuck on your wall. Pattimura and Kartini's faces suddenly became very interesting to look at when we were bored with the teacher's explanation.  One more place that always makes me want to go back to where you are - school. The most comfortable place to escape from boring lessons or even just exchanging stories with friends while eating one or two bakwan. Still as good as before masakan is the canteen's guardian cooking? Indeed, the dishes are not stingy. The price is quite friendly for my allowance which is still a matter of thousands. Hey, and how are you doing? Has the renovation been completed? Is it still often the place to stage theater or become a place to play badminton at dusk? Ah, how I still remember when all students - including me hugging tightly while incessantly saying a prayer before the UAS arrived. How we want to graduate, leave this old building immediately.