Just a Bad Day, Not a Bad Life

August 29th, 2016

..was the very first day of my academic life in university. Finally, after more than one month long of orientation-- got to wake up at very early in the morning every day, from class simulations, to mentoring with a group of fellow clueless freshmen and a very kind-hearted mentor. from got to sit in Balairung listening to bigwigs for hours, to got yelled-snapped by seniors, and even, lecturers. and the most fun part; our choir practice every weekend, together with the whole class of 2016 in Balairung. And it all ended with the graduation day of our seniors, where us, freshmen, had the duty to sing as choir to send off our seniors, and for me, it was my very own sister. After all of those hectic days, today was the first time i got to go to a real class. It was "Pengantar Ilmu Administrasi", at 2 pm. 

I usually live my Depok life, living in a room I rent near campus. But I return home when it's weekend, and get back to Depok on Monday, meant to spend as much time as I could at home, which means I don't have to walk and pay for dinner, and also able to use free wifi provided by my parents. 

It was also Monday. August 29th, 2016 was also Monday. That's why until afternoon i was still at home. It took nearly 2 hours from my home to campus by train. So at 11.30, I ordered Grab to got into station then bumped into whatever train headed to Jakarta available. I've had my position; standing with my back leaned into that door towards the machinist's room.

I knew the train should have departed from the station. but it didn't. But it didn't, and I knew something was not good. 

"Mohon maaf, kereta anda belum bisa diberangkatkan karena ada gangguan sinyal di stasiun Cakung..." said the announcer.

I was conscious, but there was still time. So i waited, stood still.

"Masih lama gak, pak?" said a madam after some time.

"Masih, kayaknya.." said the machinist.

After probably more than 15 minutes stood there for nothing, i ordered another Grab ride, heading to Manggarai station, which was literally located in different province from the place i stood. But Allah's grace is real, I only had to pay Rp7.000 from the actual fare Rp37.000 because there was this promotional code which cut off Rp30.000 of my fare. As soon as i found the driver, i bumped into his motorcycle and started the journey i actually had to done by train. We drove down the train rail all along bekasi-jakarta. And how the time keeps on running, also how the rain started to fall, made me more and more conscious i almost cry.

And i finally arrived at Manggarai Station and run all the way to platform 6, waited for my train headed to Bogor came. I actually didn't have the guts to see the clock, but it was 10 minutes to 2 pm. And it took 30 minutes from Manggarai to campus. That was it, I didn't make it on time. On my very first uni class in my life.

And when the train finally came, i sat and cried. On the train.

I ended up arrived at the class 20 minutes late, as an innocent freshmen who didn't even had the thought to skip the class rather than showed up that late. I thought the lecturer would be mad at me, or at least say something about my tardiness, but she didn't. I sat in the breech part of the class where there was the only place left, and started making notes of what the lecturer said.

I came back at night after a briefing of another orientation which soon would start. I walked to my room and recalled what i've done today. And thought about how bad i began my uni life. And i started to wonder how i will survive uni for years ahead. Before i finally came to the thought: "Just a bad day, not a bad life", to cheered up my self.

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And it is. It was just a bad day, not a bad life. It was 2,5 years ago, and i have survived campus for 5 semesters long right now, ready to start my 6th in two days. It was just a bad day, not a bad life, because i've been going through my uni life happily, made friends, got good grades, learned so much things, met so much great people who taught me things with their presence in my life, being in positions i've never imagine before.

August 29th, 2016 was the day i got to go to my very first class, and also, my very first time cried on the train. Now, 2,5 years later, i've experienced it a lot, and i hate it the most. 

Gue benci banget nangis di kereta..

Because uni life isn't always sweet and happy. There were also days where i cry non-stop and even skipped classes, just because i felt like i didn't have the guts to show up in campus.

But those are just bad days, not bad life.

Right now it's only 2 or 3 semesters left to graduation, to leave this dream campus, to finally have title following my name, and more than that, i'll soon face the real world. And i surely will survive. Since everything will be okay though! :)