I have already anticipated that I shall fail one of these four courses this time. At the moment of knowing my result, I feel painful for about 5 minutes, and then leisurely I became peaceful again.
I was so reasonable that even this kind of terrible news will not affect my emotion too much. When I told this bad news to my parents, their sentiments were obviously very agitate, they were worried about my reaction to this misfortune. However I still smiled as usual. Then they brawled for my education fees for the summer course and then criticized me for my using of cash to pay for this subject. I ended the video call with them and imaged their quarrel at home melancholy.
Because I have to study this subject again, my original plan has been completely changed. What's my original plan? Studying language? Or working part-time? Those words are only used to deal with adults who concern about me. I love my literature, TV soup and my online cartoon fishes so much that I always pursue those kinds of things secretly. But now I lost all of them to fetch up my remaining subject failed last semester.
I am still quite astonished for my response towards the bad news. I am not depressed by that, on the contrary, I am encouraged by the scrape and try to improve my current condition. I was too lazy when I am in idle time without other people's intendance. Then only this kind of disaster can stimulate me to extricate myself from erosion. I have finally seen my inverted image through this event, and confess for my guilty. The god must intend to awake me and push me to do something really valuable during my life. I am quite appreciate him for his favoring me frustration, and this should be one of the honor that I am able to experience it. Without this sort of pain, I am still disinclined to pick up my keyboard and type these indebted words.
When I turn the pages of my text book which has been snubbed by me for almost one month, it lied in the corner of my table, full of ashes. I sigh and put it onto my desk, read it again. To my astonishment, I don't feel repel those knowledges, on the contrary, it is like my old friend who has not met me for about 10 years. What kind of situation is it? I am still puzzled about this problem until now. Also, it remains me many memories during last semester, about how I struggled for my living place, how I tried to adjust my emotion during my most difficult time, how my life was gradually stepped into peaceful and normal. For it witness all those periods, every chapter of this book is like the history of my life. Some pages are full of wrinkle, some pages have many underlines, and some pages have the vestige of my tears, all of them arouse my memory which was sealed off for a long time. Now I have lagged behind so much that even myself can not recognize me again. I should have an absolutely new start to achieve my ideal dream of life. I love study, I love language and I also love literature. No one can really persuade me to abandon any of them. In the end, I love my life. The bright future must have waited me somewhere not far away. I will no longer waste my golden period of time, the time as blooming rose, to those meaningless ridiculous affairs.
Farewell, my childish~~ Farewell, my inertia~~
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