Then I heard a friend of mine asking " If we died, they won't look for our parents and ask them to pay back them back, right? " and I laughed silently listening to them.
And I heard a group of people, a girl telling her friends " I belajar penat-penat, pulun habis and the questions were too easy until I, myself got confused and couldn't even answer it "
And I heard a group of people, a girl telling her friends " I belajar penat-penat, pulun habis and the questions were too easy until I, myself got confused and couldn't even answer it "
It was true. I too had the feeling of regret. Fear of failing. The thoughts of that I am a scholar and a medical student scares me. Thinking that if one of us fail, we would have to repeat during summer break. Who would want to stay here during summer? Not me, that's for sure. The word 'scholar' scares everyone here. You failed twice and you're out. By means that so long degree, so long dreams, hello home and hello repayments.
At times like this, when I feel down, scared of the uncertainties, I ask to myself,
Why did I take this road?
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