
I was reading an inspiring story from my good friend, Subhan. He wrote about a student by the name of Sentot who studied English in Jakarta. I eventually discovered that the story is autobiographical and Sentot is in fact Subhan himself. The story reminds me of my own experience in learning English.
It was in 1990 when I started learning English in my Junior High School. To me, English is fascinating and I fell in love to the language the first day I started learning it. Ibu Astini, my English teacher, should be given the credit since she managed to captivate me with her charm on the first day of her class. I still remember, we learned numbers on that day. Since everybody seemed to be quite familiar with numbers, Ibu Astini started the class by asking us to spell out numbers and write them on the blackboard. Yes, we still used chalks and blackboard back then. I was amazed by the way English words are spelled out. How can one pronounce “one” as /wʌn/? It did not make any sense to me at the beginning but I liked it. Put simply, I feel in love with English that day.
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