A Special Girl

All is in My Hand By Debby Zunta Part 3 Struggle with myself to achieve.. I was tired because I prepared everthing by myself. I thought my body a little bit stressed on the first day in Yogya. I felt dizzy and had a bout of diarhea. It was hard. But fortunaly, I recovered fast after I met my friends. They were all  kind to me and made me forget about all of my pain. They were smart but very humble. They had not only taught  me   about the lessons but also bonded with me about friendship. I didn’t meet any person like them in STERO. I found a new face of Yogyakarta. I found a new place, new friends, new boardinghouse, a new landlady who was so kind to me. It was like I started everything from zero. I changed my habits, my diet, sleep routine, exercise regime, my fashion wear, study hours and chill time. I cared about myself and I loved myself. I developed positive thinking by reading books, a pastime which was lost in high school.  I became a bookworm. A...

All is in My Hand By Debby Zunta Part 2 - Yogyakarta for the second chance             I sought to have a temporary leave from STIKES at the end of semester one . I bade farewell to my classmate s and roomates.    I didn’t give them any reason s . I only said I want ed to have a break and left them all wondering.. They m ight think I was getting married, pregnant, or some m ight know that I w ould go for SBMPTN again . They had so many questions but dared not ask. I was relieved and all set to leave for Jogja.             First thing that I d id in Yogya was to m e et my friend who kn e w about a good tution centre in Yogya .   S he recommended Inten. I trust ed   Inten because there was one of my friend s from JB H igh S chool being accepted in UGM, and he was in Inten for the intensive study. I called some of my Jogja friends, n...

All is in My Hand Part 1 A decision to be a doctor In my family, I was the only one who had the chance to qualify for college. There were so many people hoping for me, especially my parents. My mother and dad had blame d me about my decision to go to STERO. They sa id that I had spent so much money for that. I   was truely hurt because of th ose words.             After STERO, my dad decided that I should go to a private colle ge in my town, Cilacap. My parents surely would not agree if I go to another private coll e ge in Yoyakarta again. It would be more expensive. I was offered a scholarship . B ut it was granted by a C atholic private coll e ge. My parents would definitely against me taking up the offer.             In Cilacap, I stay ed in a dormitory with four roomates. My coll e ge was an islamic campus known as STIKES . I would be learn ing...