Song for a Higher Score

Up to the second grade at my senior high school, the skill subject prepared for the students was singing. We were taught by ibu Norma, the teacher who always leaded aubade at every National ceremony in Makassar. Besides learning the theory of singing, she also obliged us to sing one Indonesian territorial song and one pop songs in front of our friends each month. Most of us except me liked this activity very much because this chance became a moment for expressing my classmates’ competence in singing. I myself have no braveness to listen my voice to my friends but I was afraid to get bad mark for this subject. So I prepared for the time, I should sing loudly for all my friends not just listened by my teacher.
A week before the schedule to sing, I went to a shop to buy a pop song cassette. I choose one that I think was easy to be sung. The singer was Ervinna but I did not remember the song title anymore. While the Indonesian regional song, I chose “Ampar-Ampar Pisang”, a song from Kalimantan. These songs were easy enough, fixed with my voice that was just barely enough and no more.
Until home, I heard them from a tape recorder while trying to sing. Of course besides I should know the rhytm, I should also memorize the lyric. Frankly, I got problem on both. Along this week, I spent in practising singing.
At last, the time came. That day I promised to sing the songs that I had prepared. I didn’t want to sing toward my teacher anymore and only heard by her. I stepped to the front and faced to all my friends. I started to sing the Indonesian regional song first loudly.
I didn’t know when it began, but then I saw most of my friends standing up wondering in listening my voice. I was very surprised a moment later, but finally I could finish to sing my songs. I came back to my bench and said nothing as well as all my friends. What had been done by my friend was still in questioned for me until now. I was even afraid to listen for their explanation.
Finally, the semester ended. My homeroom teacher called us one by one and gave our school report. It was the greatest appreciation for me when I found the score of my singing subject. Ibu Norma gave me eight. Thank God. My effort was not useless. Until now I was still very surprised with the score that was higher than most of my friends’. Apparently my teacher only esteemed on my work hard. Thank you, Mom.