WHEN GEOGRAPHY FAILS ME

I really want to come up with some stories of my current days. I want to write down some beneficial information related to what am I studying, or some chunks of my utopia future plans. However, this brain doesn't follow what I want. Lately, I seem to be sticking around to some past events and flashbacks.

[9/30] WHEN GEOGRAPHY FAILS ME

I know since the beginning that I am no good at depicting and imagining any physical existence in geographical wise. My geospatial intelligence is way down to the ground level. During my life, the only time I cried for study related stuff was on geography subject at my 5th grade. I was studying for such an exemplary student competition thingy the day after when my mom pushed me to remember all the regencies and their capital city in Bali. There were only 9 regencies (and still are) but my brain rejected to keep that information, plus my mom really is a horrible teacher (I am glad that she is actually a midwife), and I cried. Yes, I cried hard and stopped learning anything that day. On the test day, thankfully, none of that geographical stuff appeared among the question. At the same time, I thought that I was crying for nothing. Another milestone on how dumb I am in this geography thing, junior high school, I felt that I was mostly doing well until... I failed Geography. I got a 3.5 out of 10 marks for the test, the lowest point among everyone in my class. I was...surprised...amazed, haha. That was embarrassing of course, but I was aware that I showed such a funny face when the teacher hands me my paper with smiling figure 3 on it.

Not much change about that during high school. My love actually lay at the borderline of natural science and social science. If it were not because I was so annoyed with my incapability in understanding geo, I would be so tempted in taking the social class. I used to say that I grew up failing geography. Many of my weakness also related with that: I struggle a lot in map reading (not just because Allan and Barbara Pease told us so through their book), I'm no use in sensing north-south, and I can't save many countries based or geopolitical information in my head.)

Lately, I try to stop defending my self about my lack and come up with an idea. Maybe I was not failing Geography. Perhaps Geography is the one who fails me, and it's okay. Nobody is good at everything. I may be lame at finding a place, but I could be excellent at tree climbing for example. And..thanks to Google Maps and compass apps for supporting this potential fallacy.

Much love,

A.