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I don't know what must I do!!!!!!!!! I'm scare for lieying to my friends..... I can't tell my friends if in next years I would school in another city....... I won;t tell her the fact, but, I' not ready!!!!!I'm afraid if she would more sad where I told her the fact..... I'm confuse!!!! now, what must I do???? every ody orsomeone please help me!!!!!! I needs your help....

hmmmm... today my coach make me ill feel..... cz, hewas make me sad about basket ball competition... I hate him.....

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We are sitting at lunch when my daughter
casually mentions that she and her
husband are thinking of "starting a family."
"We're taking a survey," she says, half-joking.
"Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully
keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on
weekends, no more spontaneous vacations...."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look
at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her.
I want her to know what she will never learn in
childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the
physical wounds of child bearing will heal,
but that becoming a mother will leave her with an
emotional wound so raw that she will forever
be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never
again read a newspaper without asking
"What if that had been MY child?" That
every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.
That when she sees pictures of starving
children, she will wonder if anything could
be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and
stylish suit and think that no matter how
sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will
reduce her to the primitive level of a bear
protecting her cub.

That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her
to drop a souffle or her best crystal without
a moment's hesitation.

I feel I should warn her that no matter how
many years she has invested in her career,
she will be professionally derailed by motherhood.
She might arrange for childcare, but one day
she will be going into an important business
meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet
smell. She will have to use every ounce of her
discipline to keep from running home,
just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that everyday
decisions will no longer be routine.
That a five year old boy's desire to go to
the men's room rather than the women's at
McDonald's will become a major dilemma.
That right there, in the midst of clattering trays
and screaming children, issues of independence and
gender identity will be weighed against the
prospect that a child molester may be lurking in
that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office,
she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to
assure her that eventually she will shed the
pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the
same about herself. That her life, now so important,
will be of less value to her once she has a child.
That she would give it up in a moment to save her
offspring, but will also begin to hope for more
years-- not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch
her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or
shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My daughter's relationship with her husband will
change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could
understand how much more you can love a man who is
careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to
play with his child. I think she should know
that she will fall in love with him again for
reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she
will feel with women throughout history who
have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I hope she will understand why I can think
rationally about most issues, but become
temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of
nuclear war to my children's future.

I want to describe to my daughter the
exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.
I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby
who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for
the first time.

I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it
actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize
that tears have formed in my eyes.
"You'll never regret it," I finally say.

Then I reach across the table, squeeze my
daughter's hand and offer a silent prayer for her,
and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women
who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

This blessed gift from God . . . that of being a Mother.

Author Unknown - Submitted By: Brenda T.
http://www.nethugs.com/beingamother.shtml

My faforite TEACHER in SD, SMP

selama bersekolah dari tingkatan sd, smp, dan sma tentunya ada sosok seorang guru yang sangat di faforitkan. pada waktu sd guru faforit saya adalah bu. wiwik.....!!!! beliau adalah seorang guru yang baik, sabar, dan penyayang. saya punya pengalaman yang sangat tidak bisa untuk di lupakan.....salah satunya yaitu, waktu saya baru pindah dari sekolah lain saya masih belum bisa perkalian beliau yang mengajarkan saya sampai saya bisa. hmmm...... beliau itu sudah seperti ibu ke-2 bagi saya. beliau juga selalu perhatian kalau saya sedang murung beliau selalau menghibur. tak kalah di sd saya juga punya guru faforite, namanya sri mardiani... beliau adalah guru b.inggris, dulu saya juga gak bisa b.inggris, tapi saya coba untuk ikut les di rumah beliau, dan hasilnya saya sudah bisa menguasai b.inggris sedikit demi sedikit. padahal dulu b.inggris adalah pelajaran yang sangat saya benci, tapi setelah saya bisa saya malah jadi sangat menyukai pelajaran b.inggris. ternyata pelajaran yang dulu saya anggap susah sekarang malah jadi pelajaran yang sangat menyenangkan. saya juga sekarang di bantu teman-teman kalau gak bisa mengarjakan b.inggris, mereka sangat baik dan peduli satu sama lain. wah.... saya jadi gak menyesal mengikuti les pelajaran b.inggris, dan hasilnya kemaren saat ujian nasional nilai b.inggris saya dapat nilai 8 dan orang tua saya sangat senang dengan nilai saya. dan akhirnya saya memilih SMAN 2 BOJONEGORO. sekian......

It is rare
that you meet someone
who with that first smile
becomes your friend.
Someone who knows
nothing about you one day
and all your secret thoughts the next.

Someone who asks for nothing
in return for friendship
but friendship itself.
Someone who makes it
just as easy to share sadness
as it is to share joy.

I found that rare someone
when I found you.
And like a precious memory
A friendship like ours is forever.
- Dawn M. Miller

Friends Forever!

Hug
Smile
A Friendship Tree for You:
________________* Joy
_______________** Love
______________**** Hope
_____________****** Faith
____________******** Peace
___________********** Health
__________************ Success
_________************** Friendship
________**************** Prosperity
_______******************_______
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_______________|__|______________
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