Haha, today was quite fun for me. This morning, I prepared various kinds of preparation for the official flag raising ceremony sudden. Then my job is finished. Lessons and blablabla.As usual it seemed. At the time english lesson, mr. adi explain some of the school schedule, from the start of school promotional events, district-level competitions, and much more. I will be volunteering for the event. In fact, it should at that hour, filled with English lessons. As usual, my good fortune to become assistant to the race registration for those interested (for competitions in the arts) and Hoho (a fluke) in the good fortune also to become an assistant race registration for students interested in sports. We were soon pulled ceck all these students. But not long later, I got bored and decided to eat.**His afternoon ...I started with a good attitude back to welcome the Indonesian language. But the hour is filled with the correct language homework assignment. Fortunately, I do. Several hours later, the bell rang to go home, that's my cue to be prepared to face the boredom of number 2 after the lesson. Namely musical training with mr. choirman, really sucks so if you know. There, we just daydreaming, spending time, energy spent, and spent the mind. By god I confessed loser as a woman who can not wait and although seemingly emosian if seen, I was practicing a very happy time, but if part of my body at the sides, you'll find exceptional keganjalan, my heart temperature eg 100 ° C, the brain I began to freeze, and my nerves started to not work again. It really happened to me who did not like such a silly exercise. If I was on the move to the Gandhi International School, I would really be violistn greatest, and I will be proud of his musical training at my new school. Not because it's expensive or elite schools, but how can a leader of the music was good practice to manage time, energy, and his thoughts were participants. I really really want! However, I want to spend a period of my junior high school in this depok SMP Muhammadiyah 2, although not expensive or not elite, I am still proud.Home from the gym, I originally came home with a natural, but I switched back to the imaginary, and yet again to borred number 3 come back to me, I do not know why this day-Verry Verry its bad! And destroyers for me. You know what, I feel tire. Namely, ima's motor stuck in the middle of the road. We have leads about 1 km, far enough for the uphill road! Hell! Ima I told them to try to get more gas to the motor, it still fails, but when he checked gasoline, gasoline was running out. Lucky! three steps from what I trampled is a place selling gasoline.Hurray! ..I finally get home safely, tranquil.