I LIKE CHILDREN (?)

(OOT)Woops... wait, wait... Don't judge me that I being a pedophilia. I'm still normal, at least until you read this.

(BTT)Actually I really like children, but I didn't have time to prove it until I had KKN (KKN=Kuliah Kerja Nyata in Indonesia, I don't know what is in English, may be Community Development / Comdev?). I had KKN that held by psychology department of UGM. They took a theme "Early Children Education" or Pendidikan Anak Usia Dini (PAUD). Firstly I think funnily like this, is there relationship between civil engineering and children? Woaaa, I used to calculate the exact mathematic formulation, but now I must face children, that can't be guessed... I used to calculate thickness of pavement and now would face children. I thought I would paint them with asphalt, hahaha ;#...

It's not easy in the first time. I had KKN in Pundong, a village that's located not far from my house. Actually I was lucky that I could get a KKN near my house ^^. Children in there were not as same as children in my past. One of task in KKN was being private teacher. It's like study group. I and my KKN friend became teachers for the children. We taught them elementary subjects like mathematics, science, and social. I surprised in the beginning. I thought that all children were as same as I and my friends in my childhood time. They were different. They could not understand lessons well. The most stressful moment is happened when I taught a kindergarten child (I thought he was 5 years old). Damn! I taught him alphabet! Hell ya, alphabet, was I dreaming? -_- '. I never knew how to teach someone how to read. I got confused. Suddenly I remembered...

I wrote on paper like this

BA-BA... and then I asked him to say what I said. He nodded his head and I didn't know why I was happy for a while ( at least he knew what i meant..! Fiuih..). Then I said, "B-A-ba, B-A-ba, ba-ba", slowly, clearly, but not sure. He repeated, "B-A-ba, B-A-ba, ba-ba". I smiled. "Yeah!! I'm a good teacher". Like a scout who just found a talented youngster, I continued to teach him. BUBU, BIBI, he could do them well. I became confident. I didn't know that's my mistake. Slowly I brought him to hell. I leveled his exercise up, just like a coach who didn't know the limit of his young athlete.

I wrote on paper like this

BI-BA... and then I said, "B-I-bi, B-A-ba, bi-ba", slowly, clearly and sure! He said, "B-I-bi, B-A-ba, ba-BA". JEGEEERRR!! Baba? Didn't I said before "BIBA"? I tried to be patient. I repeated what I said before. He said, "B-I-bi, B-A-ba...," (okay, well, I thought), "... bi-bu". I was frozen. NOOOOO!!!!!!!! Biba, biba, could you read it? It's biba! I smiled once more on him and he nodded.
"It's BIBA, yeah?", I said to him.
"okay, BIBA, BIBA", he said.
"Okay, please repeat".
"B-I-bi, B-A-ba...," oh my God please bless him, if he was wrong again, I would paint him with cement...

"BABI!!" he said surely, I painted him with cement, and I went to my pig's (babi) hell nicely.

One thing I can say is teaching is not easy. After that I remembered my teachers in my elementary school. Woaa, i was sure that they were tired when they taught me...