Name : Samuel Nugraha

NIM : 17317002026
Subject: Prose

Kinds of Fiction
1. Novel
The Rainbow Troops, chapter 1: Ten New Students

THAT morning , when I was just a boy, I sat on a long bench outside of a school. The
branch of an old filicium tree shaded me. My father sat beside me, hugging my shoulders with
both of his arms as he nodded and smiled to each parent and child sitting side by side on the bench
in front of us.

It was an important day: the first day of elementary school. At the end of those long benches
was an open door, and inside was an empty classroom. The door frame was crooked. The entire
school, in fact, leaned as if it would collapse at any moment. In the doorway stood two teachers,
like hosts welcoming guests to a party. There was an old man with a patient face, Bapak K.A.
Harfan Efendy Noor, or Pak Harfan—the school principal—and a young woman wearing a jilbab,
or headscarf, Ibu N.A. Muslimah Hafsari, or Bu Mus for short. Like my father, they also were
smiling.

Yet Bu Mus’ smile was a forced smile: she was apprehensive. Her face was tense and
twitching nervously. She kept counting the number of children sitting on the long benches, so
worried that she didn’t even care about the sweat pouring down onto her eyelids. The sweat
beading around her nose smudged her powder makeup, streaking her face and making her look
like the queen’s servant in Dul Muluk, an ancient play in our village.

“Nine people, just nine people, Pamanda Guru, still short one,” she said anxiously to the principal.
Pak Harfan stared at her with an empty look in his eyes.

I too felt anxious. Anxious because of the restless Bu Mus, and because of the sensation of
my father’s burden spreading over my entire body. Although he seemed friendly and at ease this
morning, his rough arm hanging around my neck gave away his quick heartbeat. I knew he was
nervous, and I was aware that it wasn’t easy for a 47-year-old miner with a lot of children and a
small salary to send his son to school. It would have been much easier to send me to work as a
helper for a Chinese grocery stall owner at the morning market, or to the coast to work as a coolie
to help ease the family’s financial burdens. Sending a child to school meant tying oneself to years
of costs, and that was no easy matter for our family.

My poor father. I didn’t have the heart to look him in the eye. It would probably be better
if I just went home, forgot about school, followed in the footsteps of some of my older brothers
and cousins, and became a coolie …

My father wasn’t the only one trembling. The face of each parent showed that they weren’t
really sitting on those long benches. Their thoughts, like my father’s, were drifting off to the
morning market as they imagined their sons better off as workers. These parents weren’t convinced
that their children’s education, which they could only afford up to junior high, would brighten their
families’ futures. This morning they were forced to be at this school, either to avoid reproach from
government officials for not sending their children to school, or to submit to modern demands to
free their children from illiteracy.

2. Historical fiction
HOW I MET THE AUTHOR OF MY OBITUARY
In the course of the five or six years I spent in Russia I was several times killed and
liquidated by various organizations and individuals. When I returned home to Czechoslovakia I
found I had been hanged three times, shot twice, and quartered once by wild Kirghiz insurgents
near Lake Kale-Yshel. Finally I was definitely stabbed to death in a wild brawl with drunken
sailors in one of the Odessa taverns. I think myself that this was most likely possibility.

My good friend Kolman shared that sentiment. He found an eye-witness to my

I went to look for him to convince him that I was alive, and that is how this story came about
 3. Fable

A rabbit and twenty crocodiles

Once upon a time, a Rabbit wanted to cross a river, but he could not swim. He had an
idea, he saw a boss of Crocodiles swimming in the river. The Rabbit asked he cross of crocodile.

“how many crocodiles are there in the river?” the boss of crocodile answered, “we are twenty
here”. “where are they? ”the Rabbit asked for the second time. “what is it for?” the boss
crocodile asked. “all of you are good, gentle and kind, so I want to make a line in order. Later, I
will know how kind you are,” said the Rabbit.

Then the boss of the Crocodiles called all his friend an asked then to make a line in order
from one side to the order side of the river. Fust then, the Rabbit started to count while jumping
from one crocodile to another: one…two… three… four…until twenty. And finally, he thanked
all Crocodiles because he had crossed the river.

4. Fairy Tale

Snow White

Once upon time, there was a wicked queen. As part of her daily beauty routine, the Wicked
Queen asks her Magic Mirror, “Who is the fairest one of all?” and is told that Snow White, her
blossoming stepdaughter, is now the “fairest one of all.” In an envious rage, the queen orders a
woodsman to kill Snow White, who has just met the handsome and endearing Prince, in the forest.
Once there, however, the woodsman finds he cannot do the deed and admonishes the princess to
hide, while he returns to the queen with a pig’s heart, which he claims belonged to Snow White.

Frightened by the dark, stormy forest, Snow White runs wildly through the trees until she
collapses with exhaustion on the forest floor. After her nap, she wakes to find the woods full of
friendly, furry animals, who guide her to an empty cottage. Shocked by the decrepit condition of
the cottage, Snow White enlists the help of the animals to clean it up, and then falls asleep in an
upstairs bedroom, which has been furnished with seven tiny beds. While Snow White sleeps, the
owners of the beds, the Seven Dwarfs–Sleepy, Dopey, Doc, Sneezy, Grumpy, Bashful and Happy–
return from working at the local diamond mine and discover the snoozing princess.

After much confusion, Snow White strikes a deal with the Dwarfs, offering her domestic
services in exchange for room and board. To Grumpy’s dissatisfaction, Snow White turns the
household upside down and instigates positive changes in the Dwarfs’ life.

The Dwarfs’ newly found happiness ends abruptly when the evil queen, who has learned
from the Magic Mirror that Snow White is alive, transforms herself into an old hag and, equipped
with a poison apple, heads for the Dwarfs’ cottage. Lured by the queen, the innocent Snow White
bites into the apple and falls into a death-like sleep, which can be broken only when she is kissed
by her first true love. Satisfied that Snow White is doomed, the queen rushes back toward her
castle but is chased by the Dwarfs and falls to her death off a cliff. While lying in the woods in a
glass-domed coffin built by the Dwarfs, Snow White is found by the Prince. Entranced by her
tranquil beauty, the prince kisses her back to life and carries her off to eternal happiness.

Kinds of non-fiction
1. Essay

Author: Nekisa Mahzad

I have been a student at California State University Channel Islands (CI) for 5 semesters, and
over the course of my stay I have grown and learned more that I thought possible. I came to this
school from Moorpark Community College already knowing that I wanted to be an English
teacher; I had taken numerous English courses and though I knew exactly what I was headed for-
was I ever wrong. Going through the English program has taught me so much more than stuff
about literature and language, it has taught me how to be me. I have learned here how to write
and express myself, how to think for myself, and how to find the answers to the things that I
don't know. Most importantly I have learned how important literature and language are.

When I started at CI, I thought I was going to spend the next 3 years reading classics, discussing
them and then writing about them. That was what I did in community college English courses, so
I didn't think it would be much different here. On the surface, to an outsider, I am sure that this is
what it appears that C.I. English majors do. In most all my classes I did read, discuss, and write
papers; however, I quickly found out that that there was so much more to it. One specific
experience I had while at C.I. really shows how integrated this learning is. Instead of writing a
paper for my final project in Perspectives of Multicultural Literature (ENGL 449), I decided with
a friend to venture to an Indian reservation and compare it to a book we read by Sherman Alexie.
We had a great time and we learned so much more that we ever could have done from writing a
paper. The opportunity to do that showed me that there are so many ways that one can learn that
are both fun and educational.

The English courses also taught me how powerful the written word and language can be. Words
tell so much more than a story. Stories tell about life and the human condition, they bring up the
past and people and cultures that are long gone. Literature teaches about the self and the world
surrounding the self. From these classes I learned about the world, its people and its history;
through literature I learned how we as humans are all related. By writing about what we learn
and/or what we believe, we are learning how to express ourselves.

I know that my ability to write and express my ideas, thoughts and knowledge has grown
stronger each semester. I have always struggled to put my thoughts on paper in a manner that is
coherent and correct according to assignments. I can remember being told numerous times in
community college to "organize your thoughts" or "provide more support and examples". These
are the things that I have worked on and improved over the past couple of years and I feel that
my work shows this. The papers I wrote when I first started here at C.I. were bland and short. In
these early papers, I would just restate what we learned in class and what I had found in my
research. I did not formulate my own ideas and support them with the works of others. The
classes I have taken the past couple semesters have really help me shed that bad habit and write
better papers with better ideas. I have learned how to write various styles of papers in different
forms and different fields. I feel confident that I could write a paper about most anything and
know how to cite and format it properly.

There are a couple of things that I do feel I lack the confidence and skill to perform, and that is
what I hope to gain from participating in Capstone. I am scared to teach because I don't know
how to share my knowledge with others-students who may have no idea what I am talking about.
I hope to learn more about how teachers share their knowledge as part of my Capstone project.
 2. Autobiography

My name is Elizabeth Austen. I was born on May 2, 2002 in Marseille, France. I was raised
as a child of two cultures: American and French. Although my parents were born in the USA,
they left for Marseille after their wedding because of career goals. My father is a translator, and
my mother is an art consultant, so the atmosphere of our house was creative and artistic.

It was difficult for me to make friends with French peers. That’s why I have always
communicated with adults who were my parents’ friends or colleagues. Since childhood, I have
had a thirst for knowledge and new discoveries, and elder friends were happy to share their
memories and life experiences with a little, curious girl.
I have a talent for learning languages and studying art. That’s not surprising taking into account
my environment. When I was a teenager, I dreamed of becoming a writer. I still store my
notebooks as a memory about my first drafts.

Later on, I understood that my heart belongs to art. I spent much time in my mother’s office
listening to her impromptu lectures about famous paintings. Her lessons along with her stories
about the USA have inspired me to go to the United States and attend the California College of
the Arts to get a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Art History.

My main belief in life is that everything should be in harmony. People have to keep balance
in all spheres of life: society, family, work, friendship, and others. Studying art is my personal
way to keep balance. I’m driven by my passion to visit all cities with a rich artistic history:
Venice, Rome, London, San-Francisco, Tokyo, and so many others. These journeys will not only
improve my professional skills but also will help to learn more about myself and people.

I believe that studying at the California College of the Arts will allow me to become a real
professional with a mature art taste and extensive knowledge of art history. In the future, I will
follow my mother’s footsteps in order to help people discover the beautiful world of art. If my
career as an art consultant isn’t successful, I will dedicate my life to teaching future generations
of students and cultivating their love of fine arts.
 3. Journal

Classroom Management
Each teacher has a different threshold of tolerance for student misbehaviour. Before your
students become disruptive, you'll both need to establish a set of guidelines and agree on what type
of behaviour is not acceptable in your class, and consequences for students who disrupt the class.
Without a common consensus as team teachers on what is permissible and what is unacceptable,
you'll invariably find yourselves in disagreement and have potentially inconsistent reactions by
teachers to student misbehaviour in the class.
To prevent this before it occurs, sit down together and make a list of what constitutes
unacceptable classroom behaviour by students (a list of class rules). Next, you'll need to determine
what consequences you can implement should these rules be broken. Lastly, you'll have to develop
a 'warning' procedure that teachers will give to students (for example, three 'warnings' lead to one
'consequence'). You will have to check what types of consequences are acceptable with other
department members, possibly your Parent Teachers Association and of course the Principal and
Vice-Principal(s).
It is particularly important in discussing the implementation of consequences for the team
teachers to do so in complete agreement and support of each other in front of students. Some
students may attempt the 'divide and conquer' strategy, making requests of the teacher who is
perceived as 'softer' than the other. The gender of teachers will most likely also play a factor here,
particularly if students view the male teacher as an 'enforcer', while the female teacher is perceived
as the 'softer' of the team teaching pair. Both genders must emit confidence and enforce
consequences where necessary.
In the case of NNSLT and NSAs, an open and frank discussion of the roles that each teacher
will play is particularly important. NSAs are, in every case, considered 'junior' to their NNSLT
counter-parts. It should remain the primary responsibility of the NNSLT to initiate warnings and
follow-up on consequences.
There are also considerable cultural differences in classroom management between
NNSLTs and NSAs that require explicit discussion. Many NSAs find themselves in the frustrating
position of being the sole 'enforcer' in the classroom simply because the NNSLT and NSA have
not discussed what kind of behaviour is unacceptable. As a JTE states: "Every year, I have to
explain this is not the school where you were taught. This is a school in a different country with
students very different from the high school where you graduated"
 4. Articles

9 delicious food items to lit up your Holi party

Holi is known as the festival of colours and food happens to be the best thing about this
festival. Delicious food is the essence of any festival. This is that time of the year when
everything takes a backseat in life and it's only about celebrating the festival with loved ones.
Because, this joyous occasions marks the beginning of spring and symbolizes the triumph of
good over evil, it’s a beacon of hope, love and merriment. Especially in India, no celebration is
complete without good food and drinks. So, as you play around with vibrant gulal, you
simultaneously would want to enjoy cold beverages and hot snacks. Although India’s food varies
from region to region, there are some delicacies that are enjoyed by all during this cheerful fiesta.
Traditional foods as well as some new treats that will make your guests swoon are listed below.
Keep scrolling to find out the delicious line up of food items that you can prepare and enjoy
during Holi.