Short Story

Storytelling

I clearly remember him coming to me, sitting beside me, talking to me. There are times when I question my own memory about her. But she gave me a beautiful seashell once and to this day I have kept it on my windowsill.

            There was a drawing of an exquisite seashell underneath that single paragraph that Flory wrote a few days before. She looked around in wonder, but the wooden tables around her were empty. There were never many visitors in the reference section of the library, and that was the main reason why she had been spending so much time there lately. It was the perfect hiding place for all the tears she did not want anyone to see.

            She had come previous Monday to bury her frustration in the musty smell of rows of dictionaries. She sat at the corner table and built a fortress of thick books around her. Then she began to cry silently.

            The weekend trip to the beach was suppose to be fun, she thought, angrily wiping her tears. Instead, it did not take long before her mother and father started quarreling again. Flory spent Saturday night with her head buried under the pillow, but still she could hear her mother and father yelling insults each other. Flory had managed to pretend that everything was all right the next morning. But she did not show up for her eight o’clock class a Monday. She came to the library to weep instead.

            Afterward she had idly written that single paragraph, that beginning of a story that seemed to have nowhere to go. She does not even bother to bring the paper with her when she left the library. It was still there to days later, in the same place, between the yellowing pages of an old copy of a Webster’s dictionary.

            Except that a lovely drawing of a seashell had mysteriously appeared under her last sentence, a teasing, inviting puzzle. Flory gazed long at the picture, her lips slowly curving into smile. Then she picked up her pencil and scrawled another paragraph under the drawing.

-

It was a moonless, starless night when I met her. I had come to the beach to drown my sorrow in the rising tie and the roaring waves. My parents had been fighting again and their shouting had driven me out of the house. I waded into the shallow waters and thought about how those waves had touched so many shores. I thought that maybe if I went with them I might forget my miserable life. Then suddenly I felt a coll, wet hand touching the damp trails that my tears had left on my cheeks. “Don’t cry.” a little voice come to me.

            The unknown artist later drew a beautiful picture of a little boy and mermaid sitting side by side on the rock, surrounded by the white sprays of wives crashing on the stone. The mermaid was done beautifully, with large, exotic eyes that seemed to shine with compassion. The boy was staring at the mermaid with awe and disbelief, implied in their linked hands touched Flory’s heart and put smile on her face.

            She was tempted to bring the paper with her so she could look at the wonderful drawing whenever she wanted to, but her curiosity won and she wrote yet another paragraph.

It was the beginning of my friendship with the strange, but lovely creature that called mermaid. Yet what I remember the most about her is not her look. It is her tender and caring voice, her laughter that soothed my aching heart, her stories of life under the sea. We would talk for hours until the eastern sky began to grow light and the stars turned pale. Then she would kiss me softly before sliding into the water. I waved at her until she disappeared among the waves. It was the most beautiful memory of my childhood.

            More beautiful drawings of the little boy and the mermaid appeared under this long paragraph and on two more sheet of paper stapled to the first. In one picture the boy was shyly giving the mermaid a bunch of flower. In another he was playing a flute while the mermaid seemed to watch admiringly. There was also a large drawing of the boy and the mermaid staring at an open picture book under the beam of a flashlight.

            Flory stared for a long time at the pictures, amazed and thrilled to see the story bloom in such an unexpected way. Her curiosity about the artist grew stronger with each drawing. Once or twice she stayed for hours in the library, hoping to catch the person. But even after she lingered there until the library attendant told her they were closing, the artist never show up. For the first time since she began coming to the reference section, she wished there were more people in it.

-

I did not know to say, I could not even weep anymore. We sat there in silence for hours, my hand in hers. Finally I managed to croak, “I am leaving.” She nodded, urging me to go on. “My parents are divorced… separated. Mother is taking me with her. We are going to live in grandparent’s house in another town.” I turned to look at her, my voice falling me. My next words were only whispers. “it’s in the mountains, far from the sea. I can’t see you anymore.

Flory put down her pen and closed her eyes, a drop of tear rolling down her cheek. She put the paper on top the nine page of beautiful drawing interspersed with her handwriting. It was nice, she thought, this game of storytelling. It had taken her mind away from the growing tension and hostility at home; it had helped her find a reason to go, to wake up in the morning and go to campus. But everything was over now: the game, the life she had known since childhood, her family. This semester would end the week after, than she would have to arrange for transfer to another college in another island. She would not have to listen to her parents shouting at each other anymore. But she would not be able to see her father either. Flory closed the old Webster’s dictionary and rose to live the library.

-

 Flory was sitting in the cafeteria, an untouched plate of gado-gado in front of her, when someone suddenly slid into the seat across the table from her. She was about to look up when a piece of paper was put on the table beside her plate. Flory surprised look at it, then she gasped.

            In that picture the mermaid was in the water, looking up and there was smile on her face. Her hand was outstretched as she gave a big, beautiful seashell to the boy, who has still sitting on the rock.

            Flory raised her eyes from the picture and gave the boy across the table a wide-eyed, disbelieving stare. The boy returned her gazed with a smile.

“She was saying ‘Don’t be sad. You will meet other friend and you will be happy again. Keep this to remember me.”

            Flory bit her lower lip and stared at the drawing again, her hands trembling. Her voice was unsteady when she spoke again. “And the boy was saying ‘thank you,” She look across the table, “I will not forget you.”

The boy smiled. “Hi” he said. “I’m Dino.”

            Flory laughed slowly. “Hello Dino. I’m Flory.”

“I know,” said Dino with a wide grin. “I’ve seen your name on the library card. I help out there, you know, indexing the catalogue and returning books to the shelves. I don’t suppose you’ve ever notice though.”

“No” Flory whispered. “I’m sorry. But I did notice your drawing though. You are… bliriant. And you seem to.. know my mind.”

“I was never very good with words” said Dino. “I’ve wanted to speak to you since section and found you crying in the corner. But I didn’t know what to say.” He look away for a while, as though searching for words. “But when I found your last message, I felt… I need to see you, to let you know that you’ll be all right. It’s not going to be easy, but you can do it. You see, I come from broken family too. I know hoe it feels.”

            Flory stared long at Dino’s reassuring smile. “Will the boy meet the mermaid again?” she asked in whisper.

“Of course.” Dino’s voice was as gentle as his eyes.

“Thank you.” Flory said.

I clearly remember him coming to me, sitting beside me, talking to me. There are times when I question my own memory about her. But she gave me a beautiful seashell once and to this day I have kept it on my windowsill.

            There was a drawing of an exquisite seashell underneath that single paragraph that Flory wrote a few days before. She looked around in wonder, but the wooden tables around her were empty. There were never many visitors in the reference section of the library, and that was the main reason why she had been spending so much time there lately. It was the perfect hiding place for all the tears she did not want anyone to see.

            She had come previous Monday to bury her frustration in the musty smell of rows of dictionaries. She sat at the corner table and built a fortress of thick books around her. Then she began to cry silently.

            The weekend trip to the beach was suppose to be fun, she thought, angrily wiping her tears. Instead, it did not take long before her mother and father started quarreling again. Flory spent Saturday night with her head buried under the pillow, but still she could hear her mother and father yelling insults each other. Flory had managed to pretend that everything was all right the next morning. But she did not show up for her eight o’clock class a Monday. She came to the library to weep instead.

            Afterward she had idly written that single paragraph, that beginning of a story that seemed to have nowhere to go. She does not even bother to bring the paper with her when she left the library. It was still there to days later, in the same place, between the yellowing pages of an old copy of a Webster’s dictionary.

            Except that a lovely drawing of a seashell had mysteriously appeared under her last sentence, a teasing, inviting puzzle. Flory gazed long at the picture, her lips slowly curving into smile. Then she picked up her pencil and scrawled another paragraph under the drawing.

-

It was a moonless, starless night when I met her. I had come to the beach to drown my sorrow in the rising tie and the roaring waves. My parents had been fighting again and their shouting had driven me out of the house. I waded into the shallow waters and thought about how those waves had touched so many shores. I thought that maybe if I went with them I might forget my miserable life. Then suddenly I felt a coll, wet hand touching the damp trails that my tears had left on my cheeks. “Don’t cry.” a little voice come to me.

            The unknown artist later drew a beautiful picture of a little boy and mermaid sitting side by side on the rock, surrounded by the white sprays of wives crashing on the stone. The mermaid was done beautifully, with large, exotic eyes that seemed to shine with compassion. The boy was staring at the mermaid with awe and disbelief, implied in their linked hands touched Flory’s heart and put smile on her face.

            She was tempted to bring the paper with her so she could look at the wonderful drawing whenever she wanted to, but her curiosity won and she wrote yet another paragraph.

It was the beginning of my friendship with the strange, but lovely creature that called mermaid. Yet what I remember the most about her is not her look. It is her tender and caring voice, her laughter that soothed my aching heart, her stories of life under the sea. We would talk for hours until the eastern sky began to grow light and the stars turned pale. Then she would kiss me softly before sliding into the water. I waved at her until she disappeared among the waves. It was the most beautiful memory of my childhood.

            More beautiful drawings of the little boy and the mermaid appeared under this long paragraph and on two more sheet of paper stapled to the first. In one picture the boy was shyly giving the mermaid a bunch of flower. In another he was playing a flute while the mermaid seemed to watch admiringly. There was also a large drawing of the boy and the mermaid staring at an open picture book under the beam of a flashlight.

            Flory stared for a long time at the pictures, amazed and thrilled to see the story bloom in such an unexpected way. Her curiosity about the artist grew stronger with each drawing. Once or twice she stayed for hours in the library, hoping to catch the person. But even after she lingered there until the library attendant told her they were closing, the artist never show up. For the first time since she began coming to the reference section, she wished there were more people in it.

-

I did not know to say, I could not even weep anymore. We sat there in silence for hours, my hand in hers. Finally I managed to croak, “I am leaving.” She nodded, urging me to go on. “My parents are divorced… separated. Mother is taking me with her. We are going to live in grandparent’s house in another town.” I turned to look at her, my voice falling me. My next words were only whispers. “it’s in the mountains, far from the sea. I can’t see you anymore.

Flory put down her pen and closed her eyes, a drop of tear rolling down her cheek. She put the paper on top the nine page of beautiful drawing interspersed with her handwriting. It was nice, she thought, this game of storytelling. It had taken her mind away from the growing tension and hostility at home; it had helped her find a reason to go, to wake up in the morning and go to campus. But everything was over now: the game, the life she had known since childhood, her family. This semester would end the week after, than she would have to arrange for transfer to another college in another island. She would not have to listen to her parents shouting at each other anymore. But she would not be able to see her father either. Flory closed the old Webster’s dictionary and rose to live the library.

-

 Flory was sitting in the cafeteria, an untouched plate of gado-gado in front of her, when someone suddenly slid into the seat across the table from her. She was about to look up when a piece of paper was put on the table beside her plate. Flory surprised look at it, then she gasped.

            In that picture the mermaid was in the water, looking up and there was smile on her face. Her hand was outstretched as she gave a big, beautiful seashell to the boy, who has still sitting on the rock.

            Flory raised her eyes from the picture and gave the boy across the table a wide-eyed, disbelieving stare. The boy returned her gazed with a smile.

“She was saying ‘Don’t be sad. You will meet other friend and you will be happy again. Keep this to remember me.”

            Flory bit her lower lip and stared at the drawing again, her hands trembling. Her voice was unsteady when she spoke again. “And the boy was saying ‘thank you,” She look across the table, “I will not forget you.”

The boy smiled. “Hi” he said. “I’m Dino.”

            Flory laughed slowly. “Hello Dino. I’m Flory.”

“I know,” said Dino with a wide grin. “I’ve seen your name on the library card. I help out there, you know, indexing the catalogue and returning books to the shelves. I don’t suppose you’ve ever notice though.”

“No” Flory whispered. “I’m sorry. But I did notice your drawing though. You are… bliriant. And you seem to.. know my mind.”

“I was never very good with words” said Dino. “I’ve wanted to speak to you since section and found you crying in the corner. But I didn’t know what to say.” He look away for a while, as though searching for words. “But when I found your last message, I felt… I need to see you, to let you know that you’ll be all right. It’s not going to be easy, but you can do it. You see, I come from broken family too. I know hoe it feels.”

            Flory stared long at Dino’s reassuring smile. “Will the boy meet the mermaid again?” she asked in whisper.

“Of course.” Dino’s voice was as gentle as his eyes.

“Thank you.” Flory said.

MANAGEMENT FUNCTIONS

Tugas 1: MANAGEMENT FUNCTIONS

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MANAGEMENT FUNCTIONS	MANAGEMENT FUNCTIONS	FUNGSI-FUNGSI MANAJEMEN
Management plays a vital role in any business or organized activity.	Manajemen memainkan sebuah peran penting dalam bisnis atau menyelenggarakan kegiatan.	Manajemen memainkan sebuah peran penting dalam setiap bisnis atau penyelenggaraan kegiatan.
Management is composed of a team of managers who have charge of the organization at all level.	Manajemen terdiri dari sebuah tim yang terdiri dari manajer yang bertugas di organisasi di semua tingkat.	Manajemen terdiri dari sebuah tim manajer yang memiliki tanggung jawab di semua tingkat
Their duties include making sure company objectives are met and seeing that the business operates efficiently.	Tugas mereka adalah memastikan bahwa tujuan perusahaan akan bertemu dan melihat, bahwa bisnis yang beroperasi secara efisien.	Tugas mereka termasuk memastikan bahwa tujuan perusahaan terpenuhi dan melihat, bahwa bisnis dijalankan secara efisien.
Regardless of the specific job, most managers ferform four basic functions.	Terlepas dari pekerjaan yang spesifik, paling manajer ferform empat fungsi dasar.	Terlepas dari pekerjaan tertentu, sebagian besar manajer melakukan empat fungsi dasar.
These management functions are planning, organizing, directing, and controlling.	Ini adalah fungsi manajemen perencanaan, pengorganisasian, mengarahkan, dan pengendalian.	Empat fungsi manajemen tersebut adalah perencanaan, pengorganisasian, pengarahan, dan pengendalian.
Planning involves determining overall company objectives and deciding how these goals can best be achieved.	Perencanaan melibatkan perusahaan menentukan secara keseluruhan dan tujuan-tujuan memutuskan bagaimana cara terbaik dapat dicapai.	Perencanaan melibatkan perusahaan secara keseluruhan menentukan dan memutuskan bagaimana tujuan-tujuan terbaik ini dapat dicapai.
Managers evaluate alternative plans before choosing a specific course of action and then check to see that the chosen plan fits into the objectives establised at higher organizational levels.	Manajer mengevaluasi alternatif rencana tertentu sebelum memilih tindakan dan kemudian periksa untuk melihat bahwa rencana yang dipilih sesuai dengan tujuan organisasi insurance company di tingkat tinggi.	Manajer mengevaluasi rencana pilihan sebelum memilih sebuah tindakan tertentu dan kemudian mengawasi untuk mempertimbangkan bahwa rencana yang terpilih sesuai kedalam penetapan tujuan pada tingkatan tingkatan organisasi yang lebih tinggi.
Planning is listed as the first management function because the others depend on it.	Perencanaan disenaraikan sebagai yang pertama fungsi manajemen karena orang lain bergantung pada.	Perencanaan terdaftar sebagai fungsi manajemen yang pertama karena fungsi manajemen lain tergantung kepada perencanaan.
However, even as managers move on to perform the other managerial functions, planning continues as goals and alternatives are further evaluated and revised.	Namun, bahkan sebagai manajer berpindah ke melakukan fungsi lain manajerial, perencanaan berlanjut sebagai tujuan dan alternatif yang lebih lanjut dievaluasi dan direvisi.	Namun, bahkan sebagai manajer melanjutkan untuk melakukan fungsi lain manajerial, perencanaan berlanjut sebagai tujuan dan alternatif yang dievaluasi dan direvisi lebih lanjut.
Organizing, the second management function, is the process of putting the plan into action.	Pengorganisasian, fungsi manajemen yang kedua, adalah proses menempatkan rencana ke dalam tindakan.	Pengorganisasian, fungsi manajemen kedua, adalah proses menempatkan rencana ke dalam tindakan.
This involves allocating resources, especially human resources, so that the overall objectives can be attained.	Ini melibatkan alokasi sumber daya, terutama sumber daya manusia, sehingga secara keseluruhan tujuan dapat dicapai.	Ini melibatkan alokasi sumber daya, terutama sumber daya manusia, sehingga secara keseluruhan tujuan dapat dicapai.
In this phase managers decide on the positions to be created and determine the associated duties and responsibilities.	Pada tahap ini manajer memutuskan pada posisi untuk dibuat dan menentukan terkait tugas dan tanggung jawab.	Pada tahap ini manajer memutuskan posisi yang akan dibuat dan menetukan hubungan antara tugas dan tanggung jawab.
Staffing, choosing the right person for the right job, may also be included as part of the organizing function.	Kepegawaian, memilih yang tepat untuk hak ayub, dapat juga disertakan sebagai bagian dari penyelenggaraan fungsi.	Kepegawaian, memilih orang yang tepat untuk pekerjaan yang tepat, dapat juga disertakan sebagai bagian dari fungsi penyelenggaraan.
Third is the day-to-day direction and supervision of employees.	Hari Ketiga adalah ­­hari ke arah dan pengawasan dari karyawan.	Ketiga adalah pengarahan sehari-hari dan pengawasan karyawan.
In directing, managers guide, teach, and motivate workers so that they reach their potential abilities and at the same time achieve the company goals that were established in the planning process.	Dalam mengarahkan, manajer panduan, mengajar, dan memotivasi para pekerja sehingga mereka mencapai potensi kemampuan mereka dan pada saat yang sama mencapai tujuan perusahaan yang didirikan di dalam proses perencanaan.	Dalam mengarahkan,manajer mamandu, mengajari, dan memotivasi pekerja sehingga mereka mencapai potensi kemampuan dan pada saat yang bersamaan meraih tujuan perusahaan yang didirikan dalam proses perencanaan.
Effective direction, or supervision, by managers requires ongoing communication with employees.	Efektif arah, atau pengawasan, oleh manajer memerlukan komunikasi berkelanjutan dengan karyawan.	Pengarahan efektif, atau pengawasan, oleh para manajer memerlukan komunikasi berkelanjutan dengan para karyawan.
In the last management function, controlling, managers evaluate how well company objectives are being met.	Di akhir fungsi manajemen, mengendalikan, manajer mengevaluasi bagaimana dan tujuan perusahaan akan terpenuhi.	Di akhir fungsi manajemen, pengawasan, manajer mengevaluasi bagaimana tujuan perusahaan akan terpenuhi.
In order to complete this evaluation, managers must look at the objectives established in the planning phase and at how well the tasks assigned in the directing phase are being completed.	Untuk melakukan evaluasi ini, manajer harus melihat pada tujuan didirikan pada tahap perencanaan dan pada bagaimana tugas yang diberikan dalam mengarahkan tahap sedang diselesaikan.	Untuk memenuhi evaluasi ini, manajer harus melihat pada tujuan yang didirikan dalam tahap perencanaan dan seberapa baik tugas yang diberikan dalam pengarahan langsung yang sedang diselesaikan.
If major problems exist and goals are not being achieved, then changes need to be made in the company’s organizational or managerial structure.	Jika ada masalah besar dan tujuan tidak akan tercapai, maka perubahan perlu dibuat dalam perusahaan atau organisasi struktur manajerial.	Jika ada masalah utama dan tujuan tidak akan tercapai, maka perubahan perlu dibuat dalam pengorganisasian perusahaan atau struktur manajerial.
In making changes, managers might have to go back and replan, reorganiza, and redirect.	Dalam melakukan perubahan, manajer mungkin harus kembali dan replan, reorganiza, dan mengalihkan.	Dalam membuat perubahan, para manajer harus kembali merencanakan, mengorganisasi dan mengarahkan ulang.
In order to adequately and efficiently perform these management functions, managers need interpersonal, organizational, and technical skills.	Dalam rangka memadai dan efisien melakukan fungsi manajemen ini, manajer perlu interpersonal, organisasi, dan keahlian teknik.	Dalam rangka untuk memadai dan mengefisienkan pelaksanaan fungsi manajemen ini, para manajer membutuhkan keterampilan interpersonal, organisasi, dan teknis.
Although all four functions and managerial duties, and importance of each may vary depending on the situation.	Walaupun semua empat fungsi dan tugas manajerial, dan kepentingan setiap mungkin berbeda-beda, tergantung pada situasi.	Walaupun setiap empat fungsi dan tugas-tugas manajerial, dan setiap kepentingan mungkin berbeda-beda, tergantung pada situasi.
Effective managers meet the objectives of the company through a successful combination of planning, organizing, directing, and controlling.	Manajer Efektif memenuhi tujuan-tujuan perusahaan yang berhasil melalui kombinasi dari perencanaan, pengorganisasian, mengarahkan, dan pengendalian.	Manajer yang effektif memenuhi tujuan-tujuan perusahaan melalui kombinasi kesuksesan dari perencanaan, pengorganisasian, pengarahan dan pengendalian.

 

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