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When I remembered Who I was

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It was Friday (10/05/2013). Again, I felt the time went so swiftly. It was near to the middle of May, and I felt I had done nothing for my PhD Journey. Today, I made a little but great change in my PhD life. You know what was it?  I went to campus at 6 am in the morning. It was the most earliest time I was leaving for campus recorded so far. It was great. I felt so happy in the morning. The lab was still very quite and my mind was ultimately fresh. It was a perfect time to study, indeed. Really, I enjoyed to start my activities at the very early morning. Starting from that time on, I promised to my self to go to the campus very earlier in the morning.

Thanks God. I was quite encouraged and vigorous. The thing that reminded me to be fully encouraged was my memory of my childhood. This lonely tearful long PhD Journey rang me the bell of my childhood.

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When I was at Elementary School i.e. SDN Plampangrejo 3, and Yunior High School i.e. SMP N 1 Cluring Banyuwangi, I was so simple, modest, lonely, very hard-working and extremely diligent student despite of all my limitations When I was Elementary school student, Every morning at 06.30 am I must go to the school on foot while majority of my friends went to the school by their bicycle. Still recorded in my mind, everyday I must walks through paddy field, in very terribly bad footpath to the school that was also located in the midlle of paddy field. When it was raining, my parent had no money to buy me even a very cheap umbrella. I just sheltered myself  and more importantly my bag containing my hand-written note book from the rain under a banana leaf.  When the rain was so very heavy, frequently my uniform and book were so wet.

The only learning resource I can access was my hand-written notebook.  I wrote everything what my teachers taught in the class on my shabby thin, low quality paper  notebooks. My parents had no money to buy me high quality paper notebooks such as “Sinar Dunia” books. The brand that I really wanted to because it was advertised too much on the Television. But I never had ones.  I learnt solely from that book at night. My school had no library providing books, magazines, to be borrowed by the students. For sure, I had no text books. It was surely unaffordable for students from family in very rural village, where I was living. However, I was the only student who was very lucky. Because, one of my teachers, Bu Hariani, kindly borrowed me a textbook for Bahasa Indonesia subject.

That was the only textbook I had, when I was at 4th, 5th, and 6th Grade. I really owed a huge debt to her very much. Oh God, please give her full of your blessing in her life. Despite of the very bad learning facilities, I was very happy I had ever won a math competition at  district level.  Finally, I graduated from the elementary school with very excellent national examination mark. I got 43.54  of 50.00, while the average of my classmate mark was only 23.00. My elementary school tenure must be very painful, but I felt it was not. I never felt that what I had at that time was so phatetic.

When I was a Junior High school student the condition was even worse. I must went to the school located at the city from the village where I was living by bicycle for 15 km distance one way. In other words, I must travel for 30 km everyday. Since, the school started at 06.30 am, I must left my home at around 05.30 am in the morning. What a terribly too far distance to be traveled by bicycle, Indeed. Frequently, I had problem with my bike such as puncture and  broken chain on my way to or from the school. If that happened, the situation became much more terrible, since I must walk with my bicycle.

I was in the class where all the students were very smart. It was an excellent class program, in which the students were 40 students with the highest mark selected quarterly from all students in the same level.  It was really not easy for me to adapt, to make friend with my class mates. I was extremely inferior. I felt I was the most stupid student in the class. I felt I would never survive with them. Since, they were from rich family, the looked very smart in my eyes.

I felt very lucky with my new school. It was much better than my prior school in elementary level. The school provided quite self-contained a bunch of books collection that I can borrow for free. I also had excellent teachers who were very expert in their own expertise. My school also had very prominent laboratories such as English lab, Natural Sciences Lab, Computer Lab. as well as sport facilities.

In this school I was a very study oriented, self-centered student. I had no another life but to study. But, it was typical student in my class. Because if we had worse mark than the other students from other classes mark, we should be ready to be kicked out from the class. Fortunately, I did enjoy studying very hard at that time. In the school,  I heavily owed debt with one of teachers namely Bu Mahmudah. She was the one who made me got scholarship from the government. I was so grateful.

It was so painful that finally paid off  at the end I was at the school. When I graduated from the school, I achived the best result on the final national examination.

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Remembering all those memory really gave me recharging energy to keep carry on my PhD journey. When I felt so sad and down, I told to my self that I used to dealing with those kind of feeling and you had proven that you were able to succeed.

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In the morning, I was working on my First Year Review Report and reading the latest journal of the operational research society until Jum’at prayer time. I went to Protland building for Jumah prayer after wards. I really enjoyed this moment, to meet with my brothers in Islam. Seeing their sincere smiles, shaking their warm hands really could erase all sorrow and sadness in my heart and replacing them with genuine happiness.

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Afterwards, I went to Hyson Green before finally I went back to the lab in the campus until at around 11 pm at Night. Thanks God, for the day.


Laskar Kempyeng: sebuah romansa masa lalu yang meneguhkan.

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…terkadang kita perlu menoleh ke belakang, untuk meneguhkan kembali langkah kita ke depan. terkadang kita juga perlu mundur satu, dua langkah untuk meloncat jauh lebih tinggi ke depan.

01 Januari 2013

Akhirnya, kita ditakdirkan untuk tetap melanjutkan cerita  hidup, merajut mimpi-mimpi, dan menggerakkan roda-roda kehidupan kembali di awal tahun 2013. Ternyata ramalan suku Maya akan kiamat di penghujung akhir tahun 2012 tidaklah benar. Yah, begitulah ternyata ramalan itu  hanyalah tinggallah ramalan. sebuah ramalan yang memang seharusnya tidak selalu benar.  Di pagi hari di pembuka tahun 2013 itu, sinar matahari pagi menerobos jendela kaca kamar ku di lantai dua. Tak seperti biasanya, matahari yang biasanya malas-malasan menampakkan diri di musim dingin ini, hari ini dia terlihat begitu sangat cerah. Sinarnya menantang ranting-ranting pepohonan yang sudah kehilangan semua daun-daun nya pada saat musim gugur sebulan sebelumnya. Matahari pagi itu, seolah memancarkan semangat, harapan, dan mimpi-mimpi baru untuk para penghuni bumi Nottingham.

Tetapi, tidak demikian pula adanya dengan ku. Ketika orang-orang dengan semangat  menulis resolusi-resolusinya di tahun 2013 ini, aku hanya datar-datar saja. Dalam hati kecilku, aku berkata yah yang akan terjadi ya terjadilah. Entah kenapa, hari itu yang aku jadwalkan untuk pergi “ngelab” di kampus, berubah menjadi acara “leyeh-leyeh” di kamar. Aku tahu, ini hari adalah hari libur, tapi aku tak pernah merasa semalas ini. Berlindung di balik duve-selimut tebal dalam kondisi masih sarungan, bersandarkan bantal, ditemani tumpukan buku, tumpukan thesis, sebuah netbook, dan sebuah mainan baru i.e Kindle. di dalam kamar sendirian, oh itu adalah sebuah kondisi untuk bermalas-malasan yang sempurna. Aku coba sesekali untuk membaca sebuah paper: “Variable Neigborhood Search”  di kindle baru ku, nyaman sekali memang seperti membaca sebuah tulisan dalam kertas, membuat aktivitas membaca menjadi sesuatu yang menyenangkan. Tetapi  begitu ketemu formula, simbol matematis,  dan grafik mataku segera beralih ke netbook. Yah, apalagi kalau bukan mantengin facebook. Ngeliat resolusi teman-teman di tahun 2013, status pemujaan pesta malam tahun baru, bahkan status hujatan kegiatan sia-sia dari sebuah perayaan tahun baru.

Sampai suatu saat mata ku tertahan lama pada sebuah foto yang di posting oleh seorang kawan saya, Bima Indrawan di group teman SMP N 1 Cluring. Sebuah foto jadul sekitar tahun 1996 pada saat kami duduk di kelas 2, kelas 2 F tepatnya. Aku benar-benar tertegun dengan foto itu, tak bosan-bosan nya ku pandangi foto lama itu. Foto bocah-bocah SMP yang lugu  nan bersahaja sedang bermain “kempyeng” i.e. tutup botol di dalam sebuah kelas yang sangat sederhana. Kempyeng adalah permainan tradisional sederhana yang menggunakan 5 tutup botol. Saya tidak yakin, apakah jaman sekarang masih ada yang melestarikan permainan sangat sederhana itu. Itulah kondisi kelas kami, 16 tahun yang lalu. Kelas F adalah kelas Unggulan di sekolah kami pada saat itu. Setiap catur wulan selalu ada perubahan komposisi siswanya, tergantung peringkat nilai raport yang di rangking satu sekolah. Hanya 40 siswa dengan nilai raport tertinggi setiap catur wulan lah yang akan menghuni kelas “panas” F. Begitulah, cara kepala sekolah kami pada saat itu, Bapak Asmui Hardiadmodjo, S.H. untuk memacu semangat belajar siswa siswinya, di sekolah pinggiran selatan kabupaten Banyuwangi. Yang konon pada saat itu, meskipun sekolah pinggiran, tetapi merupakan salah satu sekolah SMP terbaik di kabupaten Banyuwangi. Hampir setiap tahun nya, Nilai Ebtanas Murni (NEM) nya selalu terbaik seantero kabupaten Banyuwangi.

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Foto itu, membawa anganku kedalam pusaran romansa kenangan masa lalu. Foto itu mengingatkanku, masa kecilku yang harus mengayuh sepeda ontel bersama kawan-kawan, sejauah 12 kilo meter dari desa kami tinggal, Plampangrejo,  menuju sekolah yang terletak di kecamatan Cluring itu. Menembuh dingin nya pagi, menyusuri pinggiran sungai, dan menerobos hamparan sawah yang begitu luas di lereng gunung raung. Masih teringat jelas, gagahnya gunung raung yang terlihat begitu memesona di setiap pagi-pagi kami. Foto itu juga mengingatkan ku bahwa kami pernah kehujanan, basah kuyup, di kala musim hujan tiba. Foto itu juga mengingatkan kami akan sosok guru-guru kami yang luar biasa. Ada Pak Imron, wali kelas kami, guru matematika yang terkenal kalau membuat soal ulangan, susahnya minta ampun. Saya bahkan pernah dapat nilai NOL, benar-benar memalukan. Tidak hanya itu saja, Pak Imron punya tradisi untuk memanggil muridnya satu persatu maju kedepan. Di kasih satu pertanyaan, di luar materi yang pernah beliau sampaikan. Jikalau tidak bisa menjawab dengan tepat pertanyaan itu, maka penggaris kayu panjang warna coklat itu akan menyabet dengan ganasnya di kedua kaki kami.

Saya masih ingat betul, saya disuruh maju dan di kasih sebuah pertnyaan i.e. Apakah diagonal itu? dan akupun menjawab: sebuah garis yang menghubungkan antara 2 sudut yang berhadapan. Tetapi jawaban itu sama sekali tidak menyelamatkanku dari sabetan penggaris bertuah itu. Nyaris hampir semua teman-teman pernah merasakan sabetan penggaris bertuah itu. Begitulah cara Pak Imron mengajari kami untuk belajar sangat-sangat keras tidak hanya sebatas materi dari yang disampaikan oleh guru saja. Begitu juga dengan Guru Fisika kami, Pak Sur, yang selalu mengadakan tes lisan selain tes tulis. Dan tidak hanya Pak Imron dan Pak Sur saja, kami memiliki guru-guru lain  yang luar biasa.

Dan kini,

Kini sudah 16 tahun berlalu, kami para laskar kempyeng (sebutan yang diberikan oleh kawan saya, Bima Indrawan) sudah memiliki kehidupan masing-masing. Satu hal yang aku rasakan kini adalah kebanggan yang luar biasa atas teman-teman ku. Meskipun dari sekolah pinggiran di pelosok kabupaten paling ujung di propinsi Jawa Timur, tetapi teman-teman ku sudah membuktikan bahwa mereka bisa meraih mimpi nya masing-masing. Sedikitnya 6 orang dari kelas kami yang saat ini berprofesi sebagai dokter, banyak juga yang bekerja di perusahaan mentereng di ibu kota jakarta, ada yang jadi Polisi, Pegawai Negeri, bahkan wirausahawan yang sukses, intinya mereka sudah membuktikan bahwa, kesederhanaan dan keterbatasan bukanlah halangan untuk meraih mimpi setingi-tingginya.

Refleksi Diri,

Mengingat masa SMP yang penuh dengan keterbatasan tetapi dengan semangat luar biasa itu kini aku jadi malu. Aku yang saat ini diberi kesempatan oleh Allah untuk belajar di salah satu 75 kampus terbaik di dunia, di salah satu 10 kampus terbaik di Inggris dengan fasilitas belajar dan kesempatan yang sungguh luar biasa. Sebuah kampus yang konon adalah syurganya bagi para penuntut ilmu. Sebuah kampus, yang diantara dosen-dosen nya adalah penerima Nobel di dunia.

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Tetapi Oh kenapa, semangat ku tak menggebu seperti dulu?

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Tuhan, maafkanlah aku. Terima kasih kawan atas foto itu, yang meneguhkan ku kembali untuk bersemangat menuntut ilmu. Terima kasih, guru-guru SMP ku, ingatan akan diri mu, menggugah kembali semangat belajar ku seperti dulu.

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Nottingham. 02-01-2013; 21:49, Automated Scheduling Optimization and Planning  Lab., School of Computer Science, University of Nottingham, UK.

Acknowledgement:

(1) Bima Indrawan for the valuable photo.
(2) Kempyeng, http://ohperantau.blogspot.co.uk/


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