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saya bisa menggunakan motor om saya. tetapi kejadian tidak mengenakan pun terjadi, saat saya mau berhenti saya malah mengegasnya kembali. alhasil saya menabrak kursi yang ada didepannya, sampai patah. motornya pun jatuh, lutut saya biru. saya trauma, dan dari situ sampai sekarang saya tidak berani mengendarai motor.
i could use my motorcycle. but the incident did not even happen, when i wanted to stop i actually pushed it back. as a result, i hit the chair in front of him, until it broke. the motorcycle fell, my knees were blue. i was traumatized, and from there until now i did not dare to ride a motorcycle.
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fashion blues jill carmer was the first student to walk through the classroom door. “good morning, my flower,” mr. el said as he finished writing the morning assignments on the board for his fourth graders. he was especially fond of jill. she had a lot of qualities, mr. el’s favorite being that she always laughed at all his jokes. “mr. el, i like your blue jeans. you look cool!” jill said as she took her seat. before mr. el could acknowledge the compliment, tommy and alex howard, the twins, walked in. “cool jeans, mr. el,” alex announced. soon the rest of the class was streaming in, and a chorus of similar comments could be heard. “thank you, thank you,” mr. el said to the class. “i'm glad you guys like my new jeans. i wear levi’s jeans almost every day and this is the first time anybody has even noticed.” angela williams, the self-appointed fashion expert of the class, raised her hand and spoke without waiting to be called on. “that’s because all the other jeans you wear are brown, black, green, tan, or gray.” david tyler waved both hands furiously until the teacher pointed at him. “you see, mr. el, you’re wearing blue jeans, just like a real person.” “thank you, david” mr. el responded and then addressed the entire class. “does it really matter what color denim jeans are? think about it and we’ll discuss the matter later.” mr. el took the roll call quickly and was pleased to find that no one was absent. this was that annoying day of the week when he had to get his kids to their gym class first thing in the morning. the class walked down the long hallway to the gym with mr. el at the end of the line. he opened the door to the faculty room as he watched the last child in line disappear into the gym. miss joan was the only person in the room. “mr. el, what kind of field trip are you taking?” she asked. “what field trip?” “you’re wearing jeans. isn’t that a little unusual?” “i wear jeans all the time. these just happen to be blue.” at that moment, mr kay, the principal, walked into the room. he glanced at mr. el who was still standing by the door. “hmmm,” he said as he walked over to the refrigerator that stood in the far corner of the room. he placed his brown paper lunch bag into it and walked back toward the door. “how are you people this morning?” he asked, and walked out before anyone could reply. “those are very nice jeans,” miss joan continued, “but aren’t they a little, shall we say, undignified for a professional position?” before mr. el could respond, she added, “not that i mean to suggest that you ever are dignified.” mr. el smiled. he would have been disappointed if miss joan had not made the latter remark. “how come you haven’t made any comments all the other times i wore different color jeans?” “i hadn’t noticed. besides, they weren’t blue jeans.” “they were the same brand, the same style, the same material. no one noticed, no one cared.” miss joan sighed, “i get the feeling you’re trying to make some profound point.” mr. el sat down at the long table that practically went from one end of the room to the other. “my point,” he said, “ is that humans are a strange species. they tend to put a lot of importance on unimportant differences.” miss joan smiled. “that’s true,” she replied. “but there are times when you have to pretend to be a human if you want to live successfully among them.”google translete
pada malam hari yang sejuk ini, aku di kamar sendiri sambil bermain handphone ku. aku membuka instagram, youtube, dan memainkan game yang ada di handphone ku. tidak lama ibuku mengetok pintu kamar ku, ia mengatakan kalau ia ingin mengajakku berwisata ke jogja lebih tepatnya di museum ulen sentalu pada tanggal 25 juni 2022. aku dengan semangat menjawab iya aku mau pergi ke museum itu.
on this cool night, i was in my own room playing with my mobile phone. i open instagram, youtube, and play games that are on my phone. not long after my mother knocked on the door of my room, she said that she wanted to take me on a trip to jogja more precisely at the ulen sentalu museum on june 25, 2022. i eagerly said yes i want to go to that museum. on saturday morning i immediately rushed to jogja, on the way i saw trees and scenery
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