Life is a gamble.
But I believe that there are no such thing called
accident in life. Everything happens for a reason, or sometimes two.
Still clear in mind, it
was almost 2 weeks before SBMPTN test. I was all alone in my bedroom with a cup
of coffee and a bowl full of authentic spicy noodle made by my Bibi, surfing the web with pounding in
my heart. You may laugh, but I really did read all the blogs and articles I
found in websites with keyword “Kuliah di SBM ITB”, “Pelajaran SBM ITB”, “Suka
Duka SBM ITB”, “Pengalaman Kuliah di ITB”, etc.
Don’t get me wrong, but
that’s just how I knew things. Most of the times I am capable to know about
particular thing, topic or person –inside out- just by stalking on internet. So
the jokes that said jealous women do better research than FBI really hits me,
unless I don’t need to be jealous first. Besides, that’s the main purpose of
internet right? To help people gain information easier.
Back to the topic, you
may already know (or not) that I was a student in the Science Class for three
years. First half of it in SMAN 1 Mataram, and the rest I spent in SMAN 1
Cianjur. Three semesters for each school. There are many lessons I got from
being a mutation student, but that is another story. What I would like to
highlight here is the perks of it in terms of entering college year process.
There were a
very common rumour stating that mutation students, especially the one that move
in or after the third semester couldn’t accepted via SNMPTN, they said that the
system will automatically reject those who came from more than one school
because of the different rating standard in each school that may cause an
uneven assessment. Eventhough lately I know that there are some of my friend’s
friend that got accepted eventhough he were a mutation student.
Looking back to the beginning of my
high school, I was in a GREAT confusion deciding whether I should went to the
Science or Social Class. Being an entrepreneur and growing my own brand is no
doubt my all-time goals. I don’t fear speaking up about it since my early age
while the other child dreaming of becoming a doctor, teacher, pilot, or a
police.
In order to actualize
that dream, with the help of my very-supportive-mom, thanks God I run my first
business in the 4th grade of Elementary School, which were selling
Rp. 2.000,- homemade snacks (always sold out before time school end!) and
sometimes selling the print out version of Idola Cilik contestants (don’t judge
me but the contest was really famous at that time). I love doing that for free
but then thanks again God, the profit goes to my moneybox. It was a lil silly
to think today but well you know that if it’s stupid but it works, it isn’t
stupid at all.
Based on this
condition, I conclude that I need to
go to Business School, and from my internet observation I found that most
Business School entrance test is in SOSHUM
field. So I ask my family to join the Social Class in High School. But
for some reasons (that I may share about in the future), I went to the Science
Class.
High School years
passed beautifully with ups and downs and it ended with a big life question: Where to go next?
I faced more tricky
confusion than I ever did in the beginning of High School. I have to decide to
choose between two option, SBM ITB that clearly studies business and management
or FSRD ITB so I pursue my skill in
art (that could possibly become the content of my business).
After a long thought
and discussions with family, teacher and also reading those blogs I’ve
mentioned earlier in this post, for the SNMPTN I decided to put FSRD ITB as my
first choice and SBM ITB as the second. No third option.
There were a very
common rumour stating that mutation students, especially the one that move in
or after the third semester couldn’t accepted via SNMPTN, they said that the
system will automatically reject those who came from more than one school
because of the different rating standard in each school that may cause an
uneven assessment.
The rumour have been
proved in my last school because all of the mutation students didn’t make it
via SNMPTN. But lately I know that there are some of my friend’s friend that
got accepted eventhough he were a mutation student.
For information, last
year regulation about the number of student who able to register is different
from the year before. Last year (my year), only 75% of total students in my
school who able to register. Considering my not-so-bad ranking (I’m the
sixty-something from hundreds) ((definitely in to the 75%)), I started to
prepare for the artwork submission that become the requirement if one choose
Art Major.
Since that day, which
were about two week before the artwork
submission, I gave my very best to complete it. My school time normally
ended in 2 pm and one hour after that in 3 pm you could see me have changed my
uniform to a comfy shirt and sat down in front of my canvas surrounded by paint
and brush. Then I will completely focus and couldn’t be bothered until about 10
pm. My friends couldn’t contact me in that time interval and they started
asking me what am I doing (I didn’t told them I choosed FSRD). But surprisingly
I never get upset or exhausted. Maybe that’s what people called passion, it’s
something you could happily gave extra miles to.
Then the day finally
come when the SNMPTN registration open. It was 10am and I was in my school
mosque with some friends when we decided to open the SNMPTN link to check
whether we enter the 75% lucky guys who deserve the possibility to continue to
the next step or not. One by one my friends pronounce “Alhamdulillah” followed
by a big smile.
When I enter the
registration number and finally get into the link (the server were so slow), I
saw a colour I would never want to see. It’s a red. Red. I’m all choked up but
I didn’t want my friend to see me crying. So I lie and told them that I want to
go home and check it there.
The second I walked out
my school, my tears fell. I remembered my artwork that supposed to be submit in
the SNMPTN. All the efforts I gave to complete it instantly feels useless. I
felt useless. It took me about three days doing nothing, rearrange my heart,
till I finally ready to lift my head up and back to the game.
I realize that the
SBMPTN test coming really soon and I have prepared nothing for the test. With
the same major choice and a little exchange in order, I have to took the SOSHUM
test meanwhile I never study about it in class. Even in bimbel I took SAINTEK
class and join several SAINTEK try out.
I only got 40-something
as the best score in one of those try outs and that’s definitely coming from
TKDA because I only managed to answer few SAINTEK questions. Want it or not, I
have to learn SOSHUM topics in this little time. In about two weeks before the
test, while the other people may have already mastered the material tested,
there were me, in my bedroom, just started to read the first bab of each
subject.
God has a plan. I met
this site titled Zenius. I spent my time remaining by answered each questions
in the book and watched every videos on the sites. I printed out the exercise
and did it carefully. I prayed to God and asked for pray to my family. I did
everything I could.
Then finally the test
has come and I answer every question. Everyone said that we shouldn’t answer
the question if we didn’t sure it is right or not. But, I think, life is a gamble, so let’s take the
risk. So I answer most of the question. I forgot the exact number but I believe
that there were no more than 15 answers left unfilled.
The moment the test
ended, I walked out the room and went to the ground floor to met my mom who waited
for me. I saw my mom with another mom-daughter couple. After a small-talk I
knew that they came from Jakarta, but I couldn’t remember which major/university
she wanted to get in. One thing I remember is she said that she could only
answer few numbers because of the hard level of question and the very different
type of TKDA question we got from last year type.
Wait, what? This fact
suddenly got me confused. I thought that everyone could did it easily so I push
myself to fill each question I could answered. I have prepared myself not to put
any hope to the result because I have no courage to did so.
As an effort, I did
took some tests in the other universities which are Visual Communication Design
in Bina Nusantara and International Business in Telkom University. At that
moment I really didn’t mind to went to any choices because both of them is my
favourite subject.
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| after drawing test at Bina Nusantara |
After that nothing much
happened other than wait and wait.
The day finally arrived
and I have this mixed feeling between curious and afraid yet so excited. The
announcement should be available to access on 2 pm if I’m not mistaken. One
hour before it, in order to forgot about this college-things, I decided to join
my mom to went to the hospital for accompanied my brother who got
throat-problem. Unfortunately only one person is allowed to enter the doctor's
room so I have to wait outside.
Tired of waiting, I
decided to go to the mosque which is on the second floor to perform the dhuhur
prayer. After I finished, I checked my mobile-phone to find that many of my
friends had already opened the test announcement. Some sent sad emojis, but
more were sending happy one and words like "Alhamdulillah .."
I thought to open mine
too. First attempt was not successed because the server problem. I tried the
main site, ITB site, and also the UNDIP site but it didn’t work. A friend
suggested to open from a particular link. Finally, the link was accessible even
though slowly. My heart was beating very fast I thought the woman besides me
could hear it.
It feels like the
longest 15 seconds in my life.
When the result finally
appeared, I could not say anything, my eyes warmed up and I made prostrations
of gratitude. I walked down in a hurry. I saw my mom and my brother sitting in
one of the waiting chairs -maybe seacrhing for me.
“Mah udah ada
pengumuman,” I said. “Oh iya?????? Terus gimana hasilnya?!” she replied antusiastly.
“Iya temen teteh banyak
yang keterima.. Si A dapet di Kedokteran anu, B di Psikologi itu, terus mama
inget C nggak? Dia dapet di Ekonomi ono.”
“Ya terus teteh
gimana?????????????”
Actually I really want
to said it from the first time, ma. But I got my tounge freezed.
With tears in the tip
of my eye, I finally said, “Alhamdulillah lulus SBM mah..”
That’s it. We both
burst into tears. People immediately turned to us but who cares?
