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HALO!!

Ini adalah posting pertamaku di blog, Aku akan berbagi cerita tentang keseharianku sama kalian semua.

Aku baru saja ulangan tengah semester, sempet deg.deg-an sich tapi Alhamdulillah nilai-nya diatas KKM semua.. Oh iya!!! aku sekarang sekolah di SMPN 1 klari kelas 7E.. kelasku ini sering dijuluki kelas "EDAN" soalnya anak-anak-nya gila semua termasuk aku ini he..he..he!!! SMP-ku ini termasuk SMP favorit loh!!!! soalnya standar-nya udah Internsional .. hebat khan?
ternyata di SMP itu beda banget ya sama di SD, di sana kita harus benar-benar disiplin!!


Segitu dulu ya perkenalan aku, nanti disambung dengan cerita-cerita seru dari aku. see you all!

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