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The Hell On My Own Home (Part One)

Chapter VII

The Hell On My Own Home

There were different atmosphere on our school that day. We all the students were busy fixing Wall Magazine with our classmates. Each class on the school did have a wall magazine. We replaced it every two weeks. Its content was properties of the student’s own work. There were sections of short stories, poems and drawings. Also we had humor section as well. Usually humor rubric contain contained short funny dialog written by the students ourselves. The homeroom teachers would ensured that our Wall Magazine changed every two weeks.

Our busyness was because the school would held a wall magazine contest. The school would having built an assessment team consisting of our teachers to assess each class Wall Magazine. Therefore, we tried to make our wall magazine appeared more beautiful than usual so our class deserved the prize. The prize itself was not so valuable at all. Just a piece of plaque to the first winner to the third winner. But the pride was so precious to us. It couldn’t be compared with anything for the members of the class. Above all, all of us want to win the contest as well.

We continued the bustle until late of the afternoon. After ‘Asr praying time, we went back to school improving our wall magazine. The name of our Wall Magazine at the school were so interesting. One of them was named “Nusantara”, in English it means the “Archipelago” . There was also a Wall Magazine named “Borobudur”. Borobudur is the name of a famous temple in Magelang District, Center of Java, it was one of the seven wonders of the world. Such busyness takes place once every year.

In addition to Wall Magazine owned by every classes, we also have a magazine running by the school. Our student magazine called “Derap”. In English it means “Tramp” . Manuscripts collected by friends in a box with holes. We enter our work on the hole. I often filled the “Derap” magazine. A lot of my work were enjoyed by friends each time the magazine was published, every three months.

(pict by Denies Priantinah Senopranoto)

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