Every time when I think of this coming week, I cannot help myself tittering and laughing till my belly bent. For the recess is right there waiting for us. But I am still a little bit sorry to be informed that this is our last blog.
We are going to have a break, right in the middle of bridging course. It is the end of previous study, while the beginning of what we are going to face. It is just a stop, a short stop for us to have a quick rest and recover and then prepare for what the future has in store for us. What I hold for this recess is mixed with both longing and a little bit sorrow.
Yearning for the vocation has been a compulsory job for me since I started my journey of learning. A vocation, whether it’s long or short, can always bring pure happiness and fun to students, no matter they are from a primary school, a secondary school, or even a university. However I do not think I have the qualification to say that I have been suffering a lot during the bridging course, which goes totally in shade in comparison with what we have suffered in our high schools in China. The tiredness and vapidity is inevitable. I cannot resist. What I am longing for is just a rest, a good rest.
While I am looking forward for the approaching recess, a taste of bitterness and sorrow is growing in my heart. It dawns on me that we have already finished half of our bridging course in such a short time. I do not want to sigh “time flies” any more. No matter I am sighing, yearning, or resisting, time can always keep his accurate pace, a pace I can hardly realize until I lose, a pace I can seldom feel until I waste.
However hard I resist, I have to confess the fact that our bridging courses are going to an end, our group eight are going to separate, we are going to different direction toward our own dream, just like when the ball is over, everyone should leave.
Just a short stop here, we get-together, chat, laugh…and leave. This is our bridging course. We are doomed to leave in the direction of our own dream, in the way to our own terminal. It’s just a stop here, a short stop, a quick stop.
I can sense that this is my last class with all classmates from PRC; this is the last time when I’m free to speak Chinese in any way I like, to anyone of my class.
But at least, we have another half of bridging, in which every minute, every second worth being cherished and treasured, with all of you, my dearest tutors and classmates.
Really! Even after 2 days's rest and not seeing you all, I will begin to miss you. It seems that you are more familiar to me even than my schoolmates, though i know them earlier than you. After all, i don't stay with them as long as with you. Let's take the rest time for presure. Enjoy it!
ReplyDeleteEverytime I see your blog, it always can give me a wonderful sense. Yeah, your blogs are always so gracefulness. Even a very little thing or sense, you always can think a lot of it and express it in a different way. That's wonderful and be worthy for us to learn from it.
ReplyDeleteTry to be a positive person~
ReplyDeleteEverytime I read your blog, I can feel the sorrow hidden behind. Why is it like that...?
Cheer up!
"All good things must come to an end," I also think seven months are too short. SO let us cut away all the junk and enjoy the short bridging course. Time is short but friendship is forever.
ReplyDeleteYou are an affectionate poet whispering gently to all the creatures. You have a magic to lead people to touch the subtle vibration of our heart. You frown, we sob; you smile, we beam. haha~I like your magic!
ReplyDeleteYou see far through a little recess. You are implying separation...Bad guy, you drag me into the lake of sorrow...Fortunately, you twist the emotion at the end of your passage!
Yes,seven months is too short, especially with familiar friends.
Well, ten years merely consists of 17 such transiences. We have already "loaded" 1/34...
Every moment we spend together is worth treasuring.:)