Back to School. Wanna, Wanna, Wanna

Eighteen years ago, I had this lecturer who taught us 'Global Politics'. His name is Juwono Sudarsono. He wasn't a professor back then, he just had a doctorate's degree. I remember how hectic the class would be before his sessions. You see, most of the attendees were college girls. And we are talking about a faculty where most of the girls are either love make up, come from a jet set family or simply are thirsty for that intellectual attention from the lecturers. So, yes, some girls would comb their hair, some powdered (not only their noses, of course), some sprayed some perfume (or asked from a friend) and some (who had finished doing all those) made sure that not a spot was out of their lip lines or not a single hair was out of place.

And then he would enter the room with his tall body, neatly combed and shiny hair, and I must say that his way of getting himself dressed is impeccable. I don't recall smelling any of his perfume (not that I like to sniff at people. Hihihi). I guess he doesn't need to put on one. He has this father figure impression combined with a Sean Connery cool-but-sometimes-flirty look. His voice is crisp with words chunked at the right places. He always looks at people in the eyes and pays attention like you're the only one who's there. The best pose, which I think was the best, was when he stood against the front table and held his fingers at the tip of the table frame just behind him. Hmmmm, what a sight.

Pak Juwono now. Can you imagine how charming he was 18 years ago? He still is!

I often got lost in my own deep thinking in any lecturing sessions. I don't know why. Me and my young blood. Hahaha. And, it was apparent, too! I could count at least three times when Pak Juwono called my name out of the blue when I was in such 'trance' and asked me to answer his questions. He did it with a mischievous smile, too! Gosh! He knew! It weren't such difficult questions but enough to make me curse, curse and curse to myself afterwards. I still AM embarrassed.

The good college days.
And friends.
And that moment. Just the right moment when I became slightly more independent. When I got a little bit self-responsibility.
Youth can never return and I made good use of my time.
School?
Now that's something that I can still strive.
I saw these pics from a friend's FB account. And that longing returns.
On my own or scholarship, I want to go back to school. Not for work. Not for prestige. Just like a planned umrah, it's just something for my soul.