Twenty fourteen had been a year full of blessings. I started with big
resolutions; I want to be an Assistant Director in PadMUN, I want to be a
semifinalist in a debating competition, I want my GPA to be above my goal, I
want to go abroad—Sg, Thailand, Japan, or South Korea—for any purpose, I really
want to lose weights, and most importantly, I want to be istiqamah in getting myself closer to Allah.
That was what I wrote on my red notebook. There are times when I thought
that I dream too big, there are times when I think that I should just quit, but
most of the times, it is the urge of wanting to make my parents proud which
keeps me going. The second term went bleak. I did not really get what I had
been learning during five months classes. The subjects which are still carved
in my brain are geopolitics, geoeconomics and geostrategy and Introduction to
IR 1. I was disappointed with my EFIR score, so yeah. The second term was kinda
busy since my batch got to hold two events namely PORANG and MAKRAB. We grew up
together throughout the process, we showed our true colours, and things I would
not forget in my entire life—got scolded by the Academic Vice Dean because I
asked for his signature during his lecture.
But I was so glad I was a part of PadMUN and ESU Unpad. PadMUN had arguably
given me much to learn, I am so grateful to be able to work with kak Zhifa, kak
Ojak, and kak Afi. These three people had made the works so fun and made MUN to
be that intriguing to me. Meanwhile I got new family in ESU, being surrounded
by smart-asses yet still know how to have fun is just so addictive. My mates;
Kiki, Risan and Jemi, seniors who dont act like one; kak Liv, Isty, kak Ines,
kak Wirgung, kak Wiradit, kak Omar, Mama Ojan, and the most arrogant president
of the year kak Merfy had taught me to be a hardworker, becoming an opponent,
teammates, mentors, frenemies, and family, love you guys. Those two activities;
MUN and Debate, are my best escape from college routines.
At the middle until end of second term I was so disappointed for not being
accepted as a member of Substance committee in PNMHII—I even cried lol. So I
took a brave step later and register myself to be the delegation, and
alhamdulillah, surprisingly I was chosen to represent my major in Scientific
Discussion along with Kak Jo.
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| The trashiest speech ever I deliver during semi. Sorry, San. |
The holiday went just like that—hanging out with friends from high schools,
catching up the long lost contact friends, and stuffs. The real battle began
during the third term. My third term was so exuberant. I started by joing NUDC
on September, and alhamdulillah made it to the semi. Later on I got preoccupied
with PNMHII, researches, discussions, lots and lots of sleep deprived nights,
and just some baper moments of me
being a pessimist. On october I was trusted to be 2015 Secretary General of
MUN-IR. That was pretty much a big burden—it means that I have to increase my
ambitions along with the efforts. I am so glad to have my ambitch guls around;
Nulur, Evan, Alan, Naura, Dinda, Sarbe, Kamil, Echa, Zul, Faruq and Gumi. Insya
Allah I will give my best. November was probably the most heart-racing month on
2014. The essay submission, mid term tests, as well as keep doing danus iwaku J it was so hectic I even lost some weights
(not even close to my goal).
On November 16th PNMHII finally happened. IT FINALLY HAPPENED. It was not
the usual Sunday bc; though I watched shincan and doraemon but I was so nervous
I hadn’t even started packing up. Mum busy asking which clothes to bring,
insisted on giving me new skirts, Babeh wholeheartedly wanted to accompany me
to Jatinangor and didn’t complain though the traffic jam was like that and I
had to go back to Kostan first. SO the day 1 went with opening ceremony closed
with brainstorming and me, not even
offer any help, watching kak Jo prepared
the presentation wkwk. The next morning all of us were late
#promisnottodoitagain. So the second day went like that I was lil bit nervous
FOR NO APPARENT REASON SERIOUSLY WHY DID I HAVE TO. It ended pretty late aroung
8-ish doing back to dorm, managed to leyeh-leyeh for half an hour and got back
to do brainstorming slash playing uno yeay! (oh don’t ask bc I lost all the
time) The next morning went a bit relaxing bc the tension had decreased, and
then it ended with social event unfortunately our delegation didn’t get any
anak sd gemayL
SO IT WAS DAY-1 TO PRESENTATION DAY. The night was pretty emotional, not
only bc nulur being baper, but also me being overly nervous. Could not even
deliver a proper speech, frequently trembling, the words were not even
structurized, and to sum up, we were pretty much depressed that night. Luckily
kak Jupli was so kind for accompanying us in giving some evaluations (albeit he
did it half-awake). In short kak Jo and I, due to our pessimist and nervousness
(and me ruining the preparation by crushing the speech) agreed not to sleep
until 3. Without some coffee. Like seriously the dorm was even running out
mineral water. It was only two hour sleep and off we go to Bale Santika. We
skipped the seminar for doing some final exercise. And i don’t know from where
the confidence forged, it was like in an instant we got so hyped and motivated
and optimist again. We didn’t know that we got number two, shocked yes, but que sera sera.
And it happened.
Allah is indeed the kindest.
I, honestly, was happy enough—enough to the point we were able to deliver
it far better than our expectation. I was fully aware that the competition was
pretty much tight and of course competitive. So i just happily strolled down
rektorat as the session ended, greeting my classmates, hugging each other as if
we did not meet for a year, and went back to the dorm. And I just remembered I
had to do my assignment. So I changed into trainings and sat in front of my
notebook—not even managed to connect to the wifi, couldn’t even concentrate as
other delegates; kak Jupli, kak Wira, Nulur, kak Jo, and kak Bella, marched into
the room chewing on the most delicious keripik kak Jupli bought, and attempted
to play uno. HA. It was already 6 and we gotta go to the general assembly of
fkmhii, but i refused to go. Nulur kept persuading me to go and I insisted to
go with my trainings on and she scolded meL so I put on my jeans.
And I remembered it crystal clear. The moment kak Jafar called my name and
kak Jo, the moment he told us we won, the moment I was so happy I could lick my
elbow. We made it. Subhanallah. It was like an oasis in desert, i was so sleepy
at the moment and completely awake at the next second. On that moment onwards,
Q.S. An-Najm 49-51 strikes again. As it
always does.
So december was not really nice. I was not fully equipped as I went to
Jogja for JoinMUN. And no need to wonder of course I was so disappointed—and
still am haha at myself. It was like being slapped. But that was okay.
P.S. i'm going to write on a seperate post for DPA since we haven't had any farewell meeting huf.
2014 was indeed a year of milestone.
I implore to be a better self in 2015.
Signing Off from the memories,
Nisa
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