Day 10 - Observation Day

Today is Thursday, as I wake up early morning. I say to myself that this is the day that I will officially observe my teacher and that I will finally witness how it would be an Indonesian way of teaching. After taking a bath, I ate and book a grab off to school. I supposed to have three classes today, and that would start at 7:30 am. I arrived at school and have their faculty meeting for a moment then I went to the classroom of 7E. I was asked to sit at the back since I will be observing. As I sit there I was able to observe how creative Bu Rufi is, my cooperating teacher. In such, she has this drawing and yells. Everything went very well, but all of a sudden, I open my internet connection and here it comes one message pop out to my screen, saying “you lost all of your things, your house and all your things in your house was burn already” I was shaking and I can’t get enough my tears but it's keep on falling and I hardly breathe. I am still holding on that it was not confirmed yet, but NO! they immediately send the picture of our burn house. My whole body got weaker and I don’t know what to do anymore, I just keep on crying. I wasn’t able to do my observation, my cooperating teacher brought me down to calm down and ask me that it’s ok not to finish my observation anymore, and she will send me back to mess. The only thing that left to me is the few things I brought with me here in Indonesia. The news spread out immediately because I share my agony to my co Student-teacher from the Philippines about what happened. She informs our coordinator from the Philippines, that I was so thankful because my coordinator Maam Eula, extend her help to me by reaching out to someone who could able to assist with help from the government. For at least it lessens the burden. And at the afternoon, I am so thankful to the visit UMP personnel, which was Bu Lufti and Pak Sae here in UMP Mess to check how am I. the only button to press is "continue" the race, I have a lot of scars already in my life but this one is a deeper wound that would surely take time to heal. I just need to go to the process of healing, because it badly inculcates in my heart and in my memory, this tragedy that traumatized me. That even reaching up to the moment that now I don't want to hear words that have relevance to fire and death.