The Power of Dream

The Power of Dream

 

When I was a kid, I had a big dream. I dreamt that I could go abroad someday. I really hoped it would become true. I believed the power of dream. I always talked to my parents about it but they just smiled at that time. Maybe they thought that I was still child. “We always prayed the best for you in your future,” My mother said. They kissed up on my cheek.  Actually, there were three countries that I wanted to visit. They are Germany, USA, and England. In the deepest of my heart, I believed that I would go there.

In first grade of senior high school, I had already tried to join a test for getting scholarship in America. I was so excited to get it. I prepared everything well and maximally. Fortunately, I could pass the test till the end. I was extremely nervous for waiting the result. I prayed more and more. I expected it was my opportunity to reach my ambition.

About a week later, my father and I saw the result in SMAN 17 Palembang. How pity I am! I was in the rank 11th. In the fact, they only needed ten persons to go America. It hurt me. I was bitterly disappointed. My father said it was not my luck. I knew he was so sad but he still supported me. Honestly, I could not hide my sadness but I had to believe that God had a better plan for me. When I arrived at home, my mother asked me about the result. I could not say anything. I entered my bedroom quickly and cried.

At that time, I lost my confidence. I ran my life unhappily. I felt flat in my life. I did not know, I still believed the power of dream or not. My friends advised and supported me. They always tried to make me happy. They said, “You had to believe your dream. God had a better plan for your life. We were always beside you”. They gave me more power. They suggested me to join other tests. They were my best friends in the world.

When I was in second grade of senior high school, I started everything with new spirit. I built again my confidence. I did it because of my friends’ motivation. One day, my teacher entered my class. She announced there would be a test to take part in Dutch Olympiad in Jakarta. Everyone was so interested to join it but I was not. My teacher asked me to join it. My friends and I did the test. After finishing it, there were only five students who could continue to next test at school. They were third grade students and second grade students. Honestly, I was confused with my ability because my competitors were great. But my family and my friends always supported me. I also believed my dream. I was almost eliminated in the last test. Luckily, I could pass it well. Conclusively, only two students could participate to Dutch Olympiad in Jakarta. One of them was me. I was very proud of myself, so was my family.

My friend and I prepared everything well. We had a big responsibility to be the best there. We would try to give the best. Our teacher accompanied us to go Jakarta. We went by plane. That was my first time to go Jakarta. When we arrived, we stayed in language dormitory. My room mates were from Medan and Padang. They were friendly. We studied and prayed together for doing test tomorrow morning. We shared about our experiencez. That was so amazing for me.

The Olympiad began at 9 o’clock. It was held in Goethe Institute Jakarta. There were 25 participants. We had to be punctual there. I was so nervous but Abi, my friend, supported me to give the best. When it started, I remembered my mother’s advice. Just do and give the best. It was like power for me. I concentrated to do all the best. The juries were native speaker from Germany. Oh my God! When I heard they spoke, I was speechless in a moment. But I tried to focus again. Fortunately, I could answer and pass it well.

In lunch time, we forgot about the result. We enjoyed the food because they served us with Germany’s food. It was so delicious. I really liked that. I also made friends at that time. I got a lot of friends. I also could take so many Dutch books as I wanted. That was so great. After having lunch, one of the juries announced the winners. The winners would get prize to go Germany for one year. My heart beat faster. Eventually, the winners were from Bandung and Malang. Oh God! I wanted to cry and go back to Palembang at that time. I was disappointed again and again. My teacher just looked at me and said that was okay. He asked to Jury about our rank. Abi and I were in 11 and 6. My teacher said,” That was good enough for beginner like you. You could be in 6”. I tried to receive it happily. We went back to Palembang two days later.

My family had already waited for me in the airport. Actually, I had told them about the result. They said congratulation to me and proud of me. I told them everything which happened in Jakarta. They were so interested to hear my story. It made me happy. At least, I know they were so proud of me. I had already done the best for my family. When I went to school, all of my teachers and my friends said congratulation to me. I felt better because I was shy that I could not be the one in Dutch Olympiad. I was so pleasant that I had them around me. I still believed that I would go abroad in another time. I had to work hard to make it real.

About one month later, there was Kartini Day celebration in my school. I really enjoyed that day with my lovely friends. Suddenly, headmaster vice called me to come his room. When I entered his room, he was so angry. He said that I had mistake. He would call up my parent to come to school. I did not know what happened. I did not make any mistake with anyone. He said that I was not a polite student. It very hurt me. I cried because of that. Suddenly, all of people in the room laughed and said congratulation to me. I was confused. I asked, “What happened?” My teacher said that I got special prize from Goethe Institute to go Germany for three weeks. I was speechless in a moment. I felt like in dream. I was very happy that my dream came true. When I told to my family and my friends, they were so glad to hear that. It happened because of the power of dream. So you have to believe your dream.