The End

Father Time flicks through the pages of life; all of a sudden, I realize with a pang, that the book of SM3 bridging course will soon be turned to the last page, that before long it’ll be the time when we say goodbye to our beloved tutors, to the intensive English course, to Eton Hall, and to each other.

Yesterday we bade farewell to the plump maths lecturer Mr. Chew, and to our last maths class. The warm applause we gave to him genuinely expressed our appreciation that he did a wonderful job in teaching us. In his short speech in response to the long lasting applause, he mentioned “in the university your life will be totally different, the way of teaching will be different, and the way of learning should also be different… I hope you can soon be adapted.”

What he said left me in mild anxiety. Indeed everything is going to change, which means finally we are supposed to get ready for the formidable unknown outside world awaiting—an adventure book. But how I will miss the previous serene one!

However we may describe Eton Hall, it is a haven for us. Because we are familiar with each other, it is like a harmoniously warm and amicable community, in which neighbors visit each other, help with study problems, and hold birthday parties! I do not know what the future residential hall will be like, but I will surely miss this one.

The intensive English course is not as is called. It’s easy, rewarding and fun. Comparatively, university courses is probably rewarding, might be fun, but absolutely isn’t easy. To say the least, there wouldn’t be the leisure to watch movies or read books everyday. Am I truly mentally or intellectually prepared for what demands ahead my journey? I am in serious doubt.

Certainly I wouldn’t forget you all, my dear classmates. Frankly, I was an idiot in socialization. Sounds unbelievable, but it’s true, because from primary school to senior high I was always seated in front, and seldom the need rose to communicate with others, especially boys. But now, unlike before, I am confident in making new friends. For that I would like to salute CELC for arranging only twenty students in one group, leaving me the opportunity to overcome my biggest obstacle in my life. More importantly, group 8 is extraordinarily outstanding. Everyone is so eager to learn and be friends with one and another. Rumor goes that we are the best group, and I believe it has a ground. The active and lively atmosphere in class alone deserves our pride. For that I feel so obliged to give you my profuse thanks, my friends.

Time advances slowly but steadily towards the final page of the book of our bridging phase. I always regret it when the book I have enjoyed so much declares its “The End” in bold and in curlicues, but however unpleasant, games will be over. From the positive side, the ending of one book proclaims the beginning of another more exciting one. March forward, gallant warriors!