Good morning.
I'm Afriadi Ramadhan. For me time is always morning. When new enthusiasm arises again.
when one tiring day passes again.
Seventeen years ago, Mother gave birth to me in Makassar on November 1. The youngest of
five siblings. Live in a simple, happy family.My father has retired from his job as a civil servant.
Whereas Mother still works in the kitchen every day.My father's name is Mustamin and my
mother Hasmawati. Two bloody Enrekang beings who united and bound the sacred promise
forty years ago.
I first felt the sweet and bitter education at the age of seven. Enter elementary school without
going through kindergarten. Then I continued at MTsN 02 Makassar. And now, i'm still studying
at MANPK Makassar City, one of ten religious program schools pioneered by the Indonesian
Ministry of Religion. There are piles of stories I got in school days. Stories about difficulties in
learning, heavy memorization, tense exam period, and sad day of graduation. However, that
is not what I want to tell you now. Although it is still within the scope of the school, this is not
about learning, but friendship.
The most valuable treasure is friends after family. When I was pessimistic, I doubted whether
I wanted to run for Student Council president or not. My friend is the most enthusiastic. None
of them suggested to retreat, surrender before fighting. They pushed me from behind. Starting
from the beginning to the end.From the preparation of the vision and mission to the calculation
of ballots, it was never empty of the support of my friends.
One night before the candidate's debate schedule, everyone gathered in a room. prepare
everything that needs to be prepared.Until finally, I won the election. Elected to be the president
of student council. Inaugurated and sworn in by the sound of screams from friends.
