Devastated. That's what I felt when I heard the news today. Mas Erwin, one of my lecturer has just passed away. It might be quite overreacting for some people to write a whole page about someone. He's been with me since my first day. Since my freshman year. Every-semester. I've spent every semester attending his classes. DHIP (1st Semester), PMPS (2nd Semester), Polin (3rd Semester), Glob (4th Semester), MPHI (5th Semester), IADHI and DKA (6th Semester). He's nice, no doubt. He's absolutely smart. His classes might a little bit tricky, tasks-wise. He might not have the best slides presentations. He made me almost failed at one of his class, on my freshman year. He gave me a C. I got 0 on his quizzes, 2 quizzes to be exact. He also gave me the highest score on one of reading report topics on one of my class on my sophomore year, Globalisasi. One thing that I'm so proud of since I wasn't a smart guy, and I'm still not. He's funny. What am I going to miss about him? His dry jokes, his stories and his rants, his soft sleepy voice, his presence, his legendary black and white slides, his dedication, or even as simple as his smile every time we said hi to each other on our way to classes. His advises are so useful to my writing up until now. The way he described things and explaining methods on how my friends and I, IR students, should think and react to certain issues entice me to learn further. I would never be able to accomplish all the things that I got without his help, and I am truly grateful for that. You are loved. Allahumma firlahu, warhamhu, wa'afihi, wa'fuanhu.
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