Living in a Boarding School

Hi guys!

Maybe I’ve mentioned it before, or maybe I haven’t. But something really different is happening in my life right now.

I’m in a boarding school. ūüôā The name of the school is Kharisma Bangsa. And so far, it’s brought me so many new experiences.

The first thing that I noticed when I came to this school was… well, how smart everyone was. To be honest, I regret my middle school days a little bit, because I did nothing special during those three years. Yet here at Kharisma Bangsa, everyone around me is smart and talented. In fact, in my block there are two people who won the science olympiad. One of them, Fadhila Mahardika, even went to international! Isn’t that so cool? My other friend who won the science olympiad is Eva Maisaramita Gayoris.

I’m so astounded by their achievements. And I feel so small next to them. What have I done in my life that I can be proud of? Why didn’t I do something extraordinary in middle school? How come I wasted it doing stupid, silly things?

However, it wouldn’t do to just sit and complain, would it?

I’ve made a resolution to myself that during high school I want to try to be the best person I can be. And I want to¬†try everything. Like in that Shakira song. I want to participate in as as many competitions as I can, be really active in class, and still have time for having fun(hopefully).¬†

I think that confidence is the key to success. You should have confidence not only in others, but also yourself. You must believe in your heart that you can be whatever it is you want to be. At the same time, you have to make sure that your reason is right. It mustn’t be for pleasing others or so you can get good grades. It should be because you want to be an inspiration, you want to help or motivate other people, and it should be for God.

I still hope that I can make a difference. In my heart I believe that I can. And I will always dream, and I will never stop dreaming.

Now, the second thing that’s extraordinary is how much more focused you are at a boarding school. Personally, 90% of my time at home is wasted playing on the phone or on the laptop. It’s funny how I just realized now that my mom was always right. Well, except when she’s not-like when she claimed that she had bought me the hideous shirt in my closet that was actually from the donations box in the laundry. My point is that I just realized now that whenever she took away my phone or lectured me about how I’m not using my time wisely, she was right. She was always, always right. Only now do I really¬†regret not listening to her more back then. So guys, girls, men, women, children, readers old and young, please hear me when I say this: Mom is always right. Okay, so maybe some of you already know this, but for me, it’s totally an enlightenment.

Moving on.

At the boarding school, there is such a schedule. Such discipline that they engrain into us that you can’t help but reap the benefits. Sure there are a lot of rules, but sometimes, don’t we need rules in our life? To keep us on track, and make sure we don’t dally. Well, I do at least. :/

Anyways, at boarding we get up at 4:50. How? By rambunctious music that would immediately disturb any meek teenager’s sleep. Alright, so most of us are awake then, except for the extremely¬†kebo(Indonesian for buffalo; heavy sleeper) peeps. Like…¬†ahem, *COUGH COUGH* Eva. We dawdle on to the restroom where we then go number one or two, brush our teeth(if we have time), and take¬†wudhu*. After that, we go on down the stairs with our¬†mukena¬†and¬†Qur’an. Why down the stairs?¬†Well, that’s where the musholla¬†is my lovely reader.¬†We have to make sure we get down by 5:00, otherwise there¬†will¬†be consequences- it used to be that if your tardiness added up to 30 minutes during the week, you couldn’t go home, but now they changed it. All you gotta do if you’re late is memorize a surah from juz amma(and as my friend Fadhila puts it, “Yailah, ngafalin Al-Kautsar juga bisa!”).

After we pray together, there is¬†pengajian, where we just read the Qur’an. Following that we can go back to our rooms and do whatever we want until school starts. Most people sleep a little bit more first, some get ready for school, and some very diligent people study. In fact, some of my friends get up at 4:00 to pray¬†tahajud¬†and study. I feel like I should do that too, but I tried it once, and ended up falling asleep in class. Conclusion: I think I still need my 8 hours.

Now, the cafeteria opens at 5:20 until 7:20. Usually, the food is best the earlier you get there. So me and my roomies skedaddle there probably at around 6:30, after we’ve all finished showering and getting dressed.

Next thing us boarders do is get our books, minds, and souls ready. We stuff our bags, lace up our shoes, and don our perfumes. Finally, when the first bell rings, we march on off to school, in packs of red or blue uniforms (blue only on Mondays and Fridays).

Oh, here’s the absolute worst part of school: Climbing¬†four¬†flights of stairs to class. So at this special school girls and boys are on different floors. The girls are on the fourth, and the boys on the 2nd and 3rd (in the second floor there are also the labs and the library). Yes, the classes are separated. Sucks, huh? Well, I’m learning to live with it. Can you imagine though-¬†whenever we want to get a snack, we have to go four flights down to the canteen, then four flights back up. Exhausting, eh? Well, no, not really. I’m getting used to it now.

Alright, alright. So after that, we’re at regular schmegular school from 7:30 to 2:45, where many interesting or rather boring things can happen. I always try to imagine everything as the former, though.

And my favorite day? Right now it would have to be Friday. Why do I say right now? Because the schedule often changes. So far, it’s changed at least three times since the beginning of school.

But anyways, on Friday there’s English class with Mr.Tim, which I think is the most beneficial class, to be honest. It’s also fun at times. Also, on Fridays there is either lunch or snack time. The class is divided into two. If it’s your group’s schedule for lunch, then you get to eat lunch in class and have¬†sohbet¬†with the teacher. If it’s your group’s turn for snack time/class activity, you get to do a class activity after school, but during lunch you go to¬†keputrian.

Moving on.

After school, you either go to a club, or straight back to the dorms. Well, you could linger in the library or computer lab too if you wanted. For me, Mondays there’s the student council meeting and choir, and on Tuesdays English Debate. If you go back to the dorms, then you get to do whatever you want until maghreb.

When it is maghreb, we go down to the musholla once more to pray together. After we pray, we read tasbehat, then ngaji again. Next, we pray isya together. Then the spiritual parts of the day are all over.

Oh, and did I mention that if you’re not praying, there’s still something you must do? Yep. If you’re on your period, you have to read¬†jepson, which is when you read the attributes¬†of God.

After that, we go back to our rooms and have¬†e’tud, which is self-study. There are two hours of it, which is cut in between by a fifteen minute break. It’s very helpful actually, when you need peace to concentrate on your never-ending stack of homework.


Well guys, that sums up an ordinary day of a life in the dorms. All in all, I’m grateful to be able to experience it. And I’m grateful to go to school at Kharisma Bangsa. If you guys have any questions, please leave them in the comments below. ūüôā

Thanks for reading. Love, Sophia




  • wudhu = cleansing oneself before prayer;¬†Arabic
  • mukena = the garment you use to pray;¬†Indonesian
  • musholla = a place especially used for praying;¬†Indonesian
  • surah = a chapter of the Qur’an;¬†Indonesian & Arabic
  • juz amma = the last part of the Qur’an;¬†Arabic
  • tahajud = a prayer that you do before¬†the required morning prayer;¬†Arabic
  • sohbet = when you talk about stuff (e.g. feelings, problems, etc.) in a group;¬†Turkish
  • keputrian = girl talk;¬†Indonesian
  • maghreb = early night prayer
  • tasbehat = prayers in a book;¬†Turkish
  • ngaji = read the Qur’an;¬†Indonesian
  • isya = prayer at night;¬†Arabic