My Life

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WRITE MY LIFE
By: Satria Secriocecarea Grade 10

So, instead of “Drawing My Life” I choose “Writing My Life” which is no one will read it. Who wants to know about someone’s life? Ok never mind. My name is Satria Secriocaecarea, many people have a problem for saying my name. I was born in Jakarta on 8 October 2000 which is as same as one of my favorites singer’s birthday 8 October, Bruno Mars. I never see my grandfather, because he died a year before I was born. I went to Mutiara Indonesia for kindergarten, then I went to Sekolah Cakra Buana for primary and Sekolah Harapan Bangsa for junior and senior high school. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you something, I’m a 10th grader that mean I’m a senior high student.
I don’t really remember my childhood life but I tried to remember it. Since I was a kid, I always had a dream to be a pilot or an architecture. Time passed, my dream changed. I only want to become an architecture. I love drawing, making crafts, and bunch of art stuff. When I was about 9 years old, I became a “Dokter Cilik” at my old school. The program ran well until I joined a choir. So when I was 10, there is a choir audition at my old school. And all of the students must join the audition.
I heard my name and my friend’s name was called by the teacher. We both went out the class room and went to the audition room. I don’t felt any nervous at all. All just fine until I get into the audition room. There is 3 coaches sitting on the chairs. Looking at us coming closer to the place were they sit. And I was like, WOW, I’m not joining. After that, they asked us to sang a few notes. Then we sang one by one and also we did the pitch matching. It goes so fast.
After a few days or a week, they announced who can get into the choir group. I saw my name written on the announcement board. Yeah, I joined the choir. It only goes for a year, because on the next year I must face the national exam. Lets skip to the next chapter of the story, because this is going to be a freaking long story. I passed the 6th grade and I’m at 4th rank at my school based on the national exam score.
At first, I don’t want to leave my school. But, I was thinking maybe a could try something new. So yeah, I moved to another school. Here I am now, at Sekolah Harapan Bangsa. It was toatally different than my old school. There is Chinese lesson, they speaks English almost everyday, and many more. Then my father put in to extra class outside school for English. The first time I went to junior high, it wasn’t that hard. But after few months it getting more hard.
Lets just skip to another chapter. I passed grade 7, 8, and 9. I also passed the national exam. Now I’m in grade 10. It was totally harder than junior high. Homework almost everyday, you have to work harder. I start making more things in 10th grade. Me and my friends, we planned to make an event. Halloween event. Thanks god the event was approved my our principle, but it also have to be approve by the boards. We still waiting until now. I hope the event will be approve by the board. So, that’s all I can write. My life still on its process to make another story and different books. Yeah, thank you for those who read this story and right now I feel freaking awkward. THE END[:zh]

WRITE MY LIFE
By: Satria Secriocecarea Grade 10

So, instead of “Drawing My Life” I choose “Writing My Life” which is no one will read it. Who wants to know about someone’s life? Ok never mind. My name is Satria Secriocaecarea, many people have a problem for saying my name. I was born in Jakarta on 8 October 2000 which is as same as one of my favorites singer’s birthday 8 October, Bruno Mars. I never see my grandfather, because he died a year before I was born. I went to Mutiara Indonesia for kindergarten, then I went to Sekolah Cakra Buana for primary and Sekolah Harapan Bangsa for junior and senior high school. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you something, I’m a 10th grader that mean I’m a senior high student.
I don’t really remember my childhood life but I tried to remember it. Since I was a kid, I always had a dream to be a pilot or an architecture. Time passed, my dream changed. I only want to become an architecture. I love drawing, making crafts, and bunch of art stuff. When I was about 9 years old, I became a “Dokter Cilik” at my old school. The program ran well until I joined a choir. So when I was 10, there is a choir audition at my old school. And all of the students must join the audition.
I heard my name and my friend’s name was called by the teacher. We both went out the class room and went to the audition room. I don’t felt any nervous at all. All just fine until I get into the audition room. There is 3 coaches sitting on the chairs. Looking at us coming closer to the place were they sit. And I was like, WOW, I’m not joining. After that, they asked us to sang a few notes. Then we sang one by one and also we did the pitch matching. It goes so fast.
After a few days or a week, they announced who can get into the choir group. I saw my name written on the announcement board. Yeah, I joined the choir. It only goes for a year, because on the next year I must face the national exam. Lets skip to the next chapter of the story, because this is going to be a freaking long story. I passed the 6th grade and I’m at 4th rank at my school based on the national exam score.
At first, I don’t want to leave my school. But, I was thinking maybe a could try something new. So yeah, I moved to another school. Here I am now, at Sekolah Harapan Bangsa. It was toatally different than my old school. There is Chinese lesson, they speaks English almost everyday, and many more. Then my father put in to extra class outside school for English. The first time I went to junior high, it wasn’t that hard. But after few months it getting more hard.
Lets just skip to another chapter. I passed grade 7, 8, and 9. I also passed the national exam. Now I’m in grade 10. It was totally harder than junior high. Homework almost everyday, you have to work harder. I start making more things in 10th grade. Me and my friends, we planned to make an event. Halloween event. Thanks god the event was approved my our principle, but it also have to be approve by the boards. We still waiting until now. I hope the event will be approve by the board. So, that’s all I can write. My life still on its process to make another story and different books. Yeah, thank you for those who read this story and right now I feel freaking awkward. THE END[:id]

WRITE MY LIFE
By: Satria Secriocecarea Grade 10

So, instead of “Drawing My Life” I choose “Writing My Life” which is no one will read it. Who wants to know about someone’s life? Ok never mind. My name is Satria Secriocaecarea, many people have a problem for saying my name. I was born in Jakarta on 8 October 2000 which is as same as one of my favorites singer’s birthday 8 October, Bruno Mars. I never see my grandfather, because he died a year before I was born. I went to Mutiara Indonesia for kindergarten, then I went to Sekolah Cakra Buana for primary and Sekolah Harapan Bangsa for junior and senior high school. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you something, I’m a 10th grader that mean I’m a senior high student.
I don’t really remember my childhood life but I tried to remember it. Since I was a kid, I always had a dream to be a pilot or an architecture. Time passed, my dream changed. I only want to become an architecture. I love drawing, making crafts, and bunch of art stuff. When I was about 9 years old, I became a “Dokter Cilik” at my old school. The program ran well until I joined a choir. So when I was 10, there is a choir audition at my old school. And all of the students must join the audition.
I heard my name and my friend’s name was called by the teacher. We both went out the class room and went to the audition room. I don’t felt any nervous at all. All just fine until I get into the audition room. There is 3 coaches sitting on the chairs. Looking at us coming closer to the place were they sit. And I was like, WOW, I’m not joining. After that, they asked us to sang a few notes. Then we sang one by one and also we did the pitch matching. It goes so fast.
After a few days or a week, they announced who can get into the choir group. I saw my name written on the announcement board. Yeah, I joined the choir. It only goes for a year, because on the next year I must face the national exam. Lets skip to the next chapter of the story, because this is going to be a freaking long story. I passed the 6th grade and I’m at 4th rank at my school based on the national exam score.
At first, I don’t want to leave my school. But, I was thinking maybe a could try something new. So yeah, I moved to another school. Here I am now, at Sekolah Harapan Bangsa. It was toatally different than my old school. There is Chinese lesson, they speaks English almost everyday, and many more. Then my father put in to extra class outside school for English. The first time I went to junior high, it wasn’t that hard. But after few months it getting more hard.
Lets just skip to another chapter. I passed grade 7, 8, and 9. I also passed the national exam. Now I’m in grade 10. It was totally harder than junior high. Homework almost everyday, you have to work harder. I start making more things in 10th grade. Me and my friends, we planned to make an event. Halloween event. Thanks god the event was approved my our principle, but it also have to be approve by the boards. We still waiting until now. I hope the event will be approve by the board. So, that’s all I can write. My life still on its process to make another story and different books. Yeah, thank you for those who read this story and right now I feel freaking awkward. THE END[:]