Melancholic

Since when I turn into a dramatic-person? Recently, I just talked to my father. Actually it's not that I'm who talking much, but my father does. I'm who listen much. In this conversation, I almost cry in front of him. It's not because my dad was anger to me, but because his stories were so...deep. He expect me to become a great man. Expect me to become (at least) like him. Expect me to graduate next year. What if I can't become a man that he expect? What if I failed to become a great man? What if ...

From this conversation I realized that my parents (especially my dad) want me to graduate as soon as possible. They want to see me graduate. I think, the moment I graduate from this university is makes them happy and I want to make them happy.

Real life in one year left ahead makes me scared. Scared, not because I scared of failing. But scare  I can't makes my parents happy.

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Btw, it's May 2nd now, and I surprise when google makes this:

First, I thought it's a picture of Sukarno, but then it's a picture of Ki Hajar Dewantara. So I conclude today is a National Educational Day! Yeay! Happy National Educational Day everyone! And for tomorrow Happy Birthday Dear!