so the semester is approaching the end. how time flies. i can't believe another school year is passing by so quickly, one month later i'll be sitting for my finals. how 'exciting'. with one more year's suffering i'll be graduating from this university, expecting a postgraduate degree if everything goes fine. people always say, every person's life path is different, it depends how one lives his or her life. to me, everybody follows the same route: infancy; a bunch of schooling periods: kindergarten, primary school, secondary school, high school, university; entrance into the workforce; retirement; waiting to die. nothing special. the process differs, but the end result is the same.
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my french teacher's really cute. she's good looking, (with very nice golden hair) and very much like a french movie star. why do i emphasize french, not cos she's teaching the subject but there's that kind of aura makes her very romantic and humorous like a typical french person. she was talking to us about her history once or twice in the class and that was entertaining. she shared with us last time about her journey of canoeing in a lake when she was 18, with her friend who appeared rather dumb in her recollection. she was rowing for the whole time since her friend didn't know how, she accidentally mistook canoeing as those automated boats for you to pedal for fun. their canoe began to sink half way in the lake when they was returning. they hilariously ended up swimming back. that's around 2000 meters... well, i'd for sure die in the lake since so far i could only muster a good 50 meters. that's an interesting teen-hood, i wish i had such a fun one. so when the rescue team came to salvage the canoe, the team leader said to them in french: Un échee n'est qu'un détour sur la route de réussite. which means, a failure is only a detour taken to approach success. how wise the saying is. our french average was the highest among all the classes this year. part of the reason must be her good teaching skills.
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jess came back from cornell for her spring break this weekend. we met this afternoon for some chatting and went for dinner with 5 other friends in a korean restaurant. i was only planning for a rather much simpler reunion, but it turned out to be so cool. we really enjoyed ourselves tonight. remember that time when i knew no one in toronto and just came to new college residence, i was so afraid and flustered. i even cried over the life i would lead alone in the residence. i was assigned a double room since the residence council mistook me as a first year student. i still remember that i was so envious of those people living in a single room yet later i realised i was so wrong and jess's really a gift to me in this new environment. she's outgoing, amiable, understanding and sociable. she helped me quickly adapt to the western culture. we went for house events together, went for working out in athletic center every thursday. retrospectively speaking she was really the bridge between my inner self and this new place. i believe that because she and wash, my first year was so fulfilling and enriching. i'm a rather passive person, so i need someone to lead me in every aspect. i'm glad that i had my parents around when i was in china, i had my friends nearby when i was in singapore, and i'm having wash and jess now.
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