I poured over my last Rice course newspaper, and there sprung feelings of nostalgia I never thought would emerge. The end of an era in my life is well under way; I can no longer delete all emails starting with “graduating seniors”. There are pages and pages of classes with contents I would never divulge, marking lives I would never lead.
Last Saturday was beautiful, yet I was troubled. This Saturday is rainy and dreary, yet I feel surprisingly alive and inspired. Another hour on the phone with my beloved little swallow. I now realize that my Chinese, though adequate, is still only functional at best. Hers is so eloquent, so concise, so expressive... her words like little firecrackers, crisp and clear. They are so wise, why?! Is she not only one year older than me? Is my own naiveness a product of my life, or my personality?
Tonight is Linda2's birthday bash! She is turning 22! Xiao ming wanted the party simple and sleek...
October 23, 2004 is a big big day. Today, I realized that my dream of becoming a doctor will come true. The last four years of Rice, with all its ups and downs, have all been leading to this moment. What follows will perhaps waver my happiness, but the reassurance and importance of today cannot (canNOT) be discounted!
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