Prompted by the 100th anniversary of the beloved campus, #SeabadITB, social media felt like a travel back in time. Life was so much simpler — our concern was whether we’ll pass the UTS, if we’ll get enough sponsorship for our event, and whether it would rain on our event day.
I found it hard to find one representative picture that summarizes my life in ITB, too many highlights to pick! Each of the three years I spent there had a different version of me. Every nook and cranny has its own story.
It’s almost amazing how browsing through the photos is reminiscent of the campus breeze, or the cozy chilling air after a Bandung rain (although the bricks in Boulevard will then be like a landmine). The hustle and bustle of people going in and out of gerbang belakang, donned in their own jaket himpunan or unfashionable t-shirt and jeans God knows how long ago were washed last.
ITB to me is so much more about graduating cum laude from SBM, or about the competitions I were able to participate in my third year. Granted they were one of the highlights (and probably how I managed to snatch jobs LOL) but so much more went behind into shaping who I am today.
It’s about the euphoria getting into these organizations and extracurricular activities which were a novelty for a new, private-schooled high schooler like me. It’s about the desire to explore all parts of ITB as we were confined in the blue building of SBM tucked at the edge of the campus, craving to know as many people as possible. It was the silly Miss TPB (which on hindsight, is slightly…sexist?), the Caringin-Sadang Serang and Ledeng-Cicaheum beatbox, that feeling (which again, on hindsight, is cringe as heck…) when you put on the weird (and low quality because the button keeps on falling off), tosca green jamal ITB.
It is about the eyerolls you gave (well I gave) when attending 1AM “forums” (essentially participants shouting mod yang bener ajalah mod), the whole dictionary I learned from ITB, spewing words like AD/ART, kaderisasi, tridharma perguruan tinggi as if I know what they meant. It’s beyond me how I could have the energy to juggle between Semester Pendek and Oddisey and Wirasewaka, often waking up (too) early in the morning to do army-like training — push ups, running around in laps, memorizing people’s faces, being shouted at by seniors. On hindsight, it was such a bizarre, cringe-worthy thing to do but well, I did gain close friends from it…!
It is about the ayam cobek and the Indomaret across the street of Cisitu, the nasi uduk Stallone you ate after the evening meetings and the excitement that arose when your friend from another major stepped into that orange tent, the dodgy Gelap Nyawang (and the typhoid fever you contracted from it) and the numerous canteens you go for your lunch fix (special shoutout to ayam kantin bengkok and crispy chicken kantin barrack).
It is about going to Balubur to buy properties for the Performance Art performances, learning to do stage make-ups and memorizing choreography (sebenernya kuliah apaan sih.). It is about the presentations I practiced and the X-Banners that came with it. About the group study work I did at Payung SBM and cafes, or just hanging around at Kresna because I can.
It’s about the friendship I forged from the Bandung-Jakarta-Bandung drive at 5AM to meet a potential sponsor (you know who you are). About the hopeful love stories and heartbreaks, the hand-holding and dates you don’t want to officially call dates. It’s about the people I met from whom I took a piece of to forge myself.
It’s about the simple walk around campus, aimless. Still young and green, not knowing what the future holds. Feeling as if I know everything (sotoy aja sih) but still eager to learn and very hopeful that I can be whoever I want to be. The confidence that I will be someone, truly internalizing the idiom “sky is the limit”.
It’s about that just do it mentality, making decisions in the blink of an eye, borderline reckless. Just go and like that guy! Go and join that activity! You make friends so easily, absent the ulterior motives you often suspect when you’re a working adult. You love freely, not thinking too much about if this is going to work or a waste of time, like a mid-late 20s love would. I didn’t think too much about my health and safety when I decided to sleep in sekre unit (yaolo) or stayed up late to make properties for arak-arakan wisuda or going for MUN practices. You just do.
Maybe it’s not only the campus or friends that we miss, maybe we miss that part of ourselves. Of feeling young and free and able to achieve anything.
Thank you, ITB, with whatever flaws that you have, for making me who I am today.