Kalau kamu pernah ikut demo, pulang dengan perasaan "ini akan mengubah sesuatu", lalu tiga bulan kemudian semuanya kembali seperti semula, seolah tidak terjadi apa-apa — 𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐊 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐔.
Hal itu dijawab tuntas oleh Zen RS di Diskusi & Peluncuran Buku: Infrastruktur Impunitas (Karya Elizabet F. Draxler).
Ini agak panjang. Tapi setiap bagiannya saling mengunci, dan di akhir, ada satu pertanyaan yang mungkin akan terus mengganggumu setelah selesai membaca.
𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗔𝗛 𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗦.
Terdengar lucu. Tapi ini satu dari sekian contoh soal kegagapan asesmen, bahkan lebih tajam bisa disebut "pembunuhan kognitif".
Sangat jelas, teks si murid kaya konteks, konflik, dan realitas zaman. Kok bisa D—hanya perkara gak sesuai harapan imajinasi guru?
The very nature of accountability rests in the understanding that each and every one of us has freedom of choice. It is this freedom of choice that is the foundation of accountability.
Effective measurement captures both lead and lag indicators that provide comprehensive feedback necessary for informed decision making. Lag indicators represent the end results that you are striving to achieve. Lead indicators are the activities that produce the end results.
The reason most plans contain so much is because you’re planning for 12 months, laying out all the things you want to achieve over the next 365 days. It’s no wonder you become disillusioned and frustrated. You end up spread too thin and diffused—not a recipe for greatness.
You don't have ideas because you don't read.
You can't articulate ideas because you don't write.
You can't leverage ideas because you don't build.
You feel bored, anxious, or overwhelmed because your mind wants ideas to flow but you won't let them.
Late replies do not bother me. Most of life is not urgent. Text me when the kettle has cooled and the day stops shouting your name.
I have learned the shape of waiting that is not personal. The phone sleeps face down. The little dots come and go like fish. I load the dishwasher. I fold a shirt that will wrinkle again in ten minutes. The world does not burn because a bubble did not pop on my screen.
Take your time if we are not in love and you do not owe me money. Walk your dog. Miss your stop and laugh. Close your laptop and remember your own temperature. Answer me tomorrow or next week, with crumbs on your sleeve and a screenshot that makes sense of nothing. We are people with spines and errands. I am not a court. You are not on trial.
There are two places where silence grows teeth. Love. And debt.
If we are in love, delay is a weather report. I listen for thunder in the gap. My chest reads your absence like a map with a torn corner. Text me when you can, and if you cannot, let me know you are alive. A single word will do. Here. Breathing. Later. Lovers live inside each other’s nervous systems. Small pauses are not small there. The body counts.
If you owe me money, time is respect with numbers on it. You do not have to write a poem. You do not have to explain your childhood. Tell me a date. Tell me an amount. Keep it. Or ask for a plan that will not bruise you. Ghosting is expensive. It charges interest in distrust. Pay with words first if you cannot pay with cash.
For everyone else, I vote for mercy. I answer when I can and I forgive when you cannot. At 09:14 I am in a queue with a loaf that still remembers the oven. At 12:31 I am in the sun outside a pharmacy, counting my breaths to eight so the day will let me back in slowly. At 23:06 I am a person with a book and a lamp and a face that does not belong to a screen. Your blue bubble can wait. Mine can too.
Late replies are proof that a life is being lived off camera. A seat on a bus. A spill wiped with the good towel by mistake. A kid calling from the other room. A pan that needs two more minutes. It is not neglect, it is oxygen. We are not notifications. We are weather that changes without asking for applause.
When I finally reply, I want to bring a real minute back with me. Not an apology written to impress. A plain sentence that carries heat from a stove or wind from a street. Sorry, I was making soup. Sorry, I was not sorry to be away. Here I am now. What did I miss. Where does it hurt. Where do we begin again.
If we are not braided by love, if we are not tied by debt, take your time. Take it fully. Give it back clean. I will meet you where the day lets us both breathe.
Tiap liat poster Merah Putih One for All lewat di timeline, somehow otakku langsung muter salah satu adegan di satu film yg dulu pernah kutonton: We Are The Strange
Cursed movie 🤣
Men are funny because you can ask one what his best friend does for work and he’ll be like “I don’t know” meanwhile they’ve known each other for 20 years and talk every day