Healing Pieter ( Part One)

Chapter V

Healing Pieter

I have entered the first grade of my elementary school. Therefore, my uniform has changed. Now, I was wearing a beige shirt and dark green shorts. Other schools mostly weared red and white uniforms. My mother, too, who sewed my second uniform. As usual.

My homeroom teacher named Mrs. Sunarsih Subianto. She was the table tennis athlete on Malang municipality level. I heard she has also followed the selection to be a ping pong player in the National Games to represent East Java Province. But I did not know the rest of the story afterward.

As classroom teachers in other elementary schools, Mrs. Harsih also taught almost all subjects. Subjects that were not taught by Mrs. Harsih only a few subjects. Among them was the subjects of Sports. Sports teacher was Mr Bambang Basuki. In addition, there were two further subjects that are not held by Mrs. Harsih. That was the Islamic Religion lesson by Mrs. Dewi Setomi, and the subjects to sing.

Singing lessons taught by Mrs. Suryo. Unlike most of other teacher who wore a blouse when teaching, Mrs. Suryo always wear kebaya, a Javanese traditional wearing, and Batik when went to school. She was good at playing several instruments. Among them were the piano and harmonica. We often carries to IKIP Malang Auditorium, Sasana Krida, to sing there. That’s because there was available a Grand Piano. Mrs. Suryo accompanied us to sing with that piano.

When not being in front of Mrs. Suryo, we’re all the students often refer her as Granny Suryo. The lessons of Granny Suryo were very tiring. She always told us to sing out loud and excited. Of course, students have become very tired when singing lessons take place. It certainly was annoying us all. Granny Suryo’s students.

Mrs. Dewi Setomi became the idol teacher among my friends soon. That’s because Mrs. Dewi like storytelling in front of the class, if the Islamic Religion lesson have been held. The students who were not Muslims played in the school yard. They deserved religion lessons in accordance with his or her belief on the other day of school.

Cain and Abel story to be different in Mrs. Dewi Setomi’s version. In Mrs. Dewi’s storytelling, Abel became woman. Mrs. Dewi never told us that in the original version, they were actually seizuring of wife. But it was not problem with us, her students. The most important thing were, we enjoyed Mrs. Dewi’s fairytale.

(photograph by Emile Seno Aji)

My First Championship (Part Six)

Now, in big zero grade, I started to get a reading lesson. Unlike most other children which were learning to read using “Ini Budi”s book, we in IKIP Malang Laboratory Kindegarten were using the book to learn to read which titled “Iin and Aan”. The book was authored by Mrs. Prof. Dr. Sapartinah Pakasi. She was the one who founded our school.

At home, learning to read by “Iin and Aan” was again taught by my father. My father was the Deputy Principal in PPSP IKIP Malang Elementary and Junior High School. My sister who was still sitting at small zero grade were learning with me. Dad taught my sister to read so that his daughter was able to pass the qualify to start learning on the elementary school. She could directly jump from small zero to first-grade in the PPSP IKIP Malang Elementary School. Without passing a big zero grade at kindegarten as me.

In the past, in our school to implement an integrated basic education for eight years. That is, in basic education PPSP, we get an education from grade one to grade eight. After graduation, we can go on to high school. If the other school children to get an education from elementary school to junior high school for nine years, we implement enough for eight years.

My sister became prominent during small zero class. She was able to sang songs that has not been taught by the teacher to the children of small zero because often heard me sang at home. In addition, she also quickly learned to read because my father taught her to read at home with me either.

Finally, the ambition of my father actually happened in reality. My sister raised to the same elementary school class with me. My sister entered the first grade at the age of five years. I myself entered the first grade when I was six years old. I entered the I-B class whether she was on I-A class.

pict by Emile Seno Aji