Determination and Hope

October 22, 2016, Hong Kong, X:

“Stop writing. We’re now going to collect your answer sheets…”

At the end call of ACT test, I stared at my essay just finished seconds before. This is the second battle, and also the last one for me in this type of test. In April, I had floundered seriously in the Reading and Writing, and I should correct the stigma in this one.

Of course I need to. I have high n Ach.

November 26, 2016, San Francisco, California, A:

“You have got a new email.”

Oh, let me see who is it. Opening the mailbox, I see a new person, or presumably, a teenager who is going to show his talents. All right, I would save his file to my documents, just like other hundreds of thousands of people.

Every year during this time, I am supposed to get into this job, which is collecting information from people who are interested in the community I work for. I know that from the large bundle of individuals, there are gonna be a lot of “competitions”. It’s really not easy to get into our community, because I received really a lot of people’s information for me to pile. The number has been dramatically increased from about 150,000 during the first year of my work to more than 200,000 last years. Fortunately, only 5 days left for me to repeat this work. Whoops, there is another email coming here, let me see…

November 28, 2016, San Francisco, California, B1:

“You have got a new email.”

I open up the mailbox and see a letter. This letter is written by a person who is intended for our community. Wow, greetings! What a great word. So let me have a check. Haha, really, you think our email guide helped you, that’s good. Hm… oh, the problem about ACT, you say your April ACT score has already been sent you us, and you are going to send another score in October after it is released. OK, as long as you could order the report to our community before the end of the year, it’s my pleasure to update your new score. Wish you will get the satisfactory result and join our big family!

“Click, click. Reply.”

December 1, 2016, Shenzhen, Guangdong, X:

“The October ACT score has been released, would you like to have a check, X?” My friend asks me.

“I haven’t really notice about that. So well, I may get to look how much I got.” I pick up my phone, going to the website for the search for the score.

Oh, why my heart is bumping so quickly. Last time, in April, my score wasn’t happy with me, and I even did not cross the benchmark for reading section. Surely, this is the last chance for me to prove my individual power to conquer this test, and pursue my dream. I have reached my TOEFL goal recently, just for one battle; I won’t fail this time. OK, now the website is open, I scroll down the page and stare at the screen to make sure that there isn’t any error. Two bold digits have slightly appeared, they look like the same digit, and… wow!

As if my body is paralyzed, the intense emotion flow into my mind, I can barely see and hear anything. But just seconds later, I calm down.

“Congratulations, X, you really deserve that score.” My friend cheers about this result.

“Thank you.” I say. Nevertheless, I have to take immediate actions to send the score to my dear dream school. Time doesn’t wait for me. Tonight I will ask my parents to order a report to it and this report would get there much earlier before December 31, 2016.

December 14, 2016, San Francisco, California, A:

“A, here’s a letter for you.” my colleague says.

What’s it? During this time the workload is smaller and I have more relaxing time, though I still may get many letters each day. I slowly tear open the envelope and find an ACT score report. Confirming it’s from one of our applicants, I simply update his new score into the system. But, wait, he gets more competitive this time. I also see that before the letter arrives, his score seems really unfit for taking part in our community. I guess now he will have a better shot at the eyes of those “judges”.

So many talented youths in this generation.

January 18, 2017, Shenzhen, Guangdong, X:

“The rejection letters from two early schools had been for nearly one month. But, I’m not depressed, because I know I’m not capable of that so-called high rankings and high standards – they are not my love, and it was impossible for them to receive my October ACT report before making decisions.

“Besides, my classmates recommended me to register for an interview that is administered not by the universities themselves, but by a third-party agent. Participating this interview was said to enhance my chance of getting into my dream school. I did not think about how enormous effects the interview would brought to me, but if it really could have any bonus for my love’s admission, I would do what I can to best show my abilities in front of the interviewer, as well as the ones who would decide whether I could get into my first-choice.

“Actually, I knew seniors who were already freshmen in universities took part in this kind of interview and got into what they dreamed of. As a result, I asked about how the interview goes down, and the strategies for succeeding this process. I also regarded the preparation as an opportunity to improve my speaking. It is a good way to compensate for my disadvantage of slightly low TOEFL Speaking score. Not even bad during the first week winter vacation.”

So many thoughts come out, I really have to fight for this interview. Stay determined, OK, you can do this…

“X, it’s time for your interview.” the manager called me.

I stand up from the chair, walking straightly to the room for my interview. I greet the interviewer, who is an honest and kind woman. Sitting down, she begins asking me questions, “What plan do you have during this spring break (winter vacation)?”

“Well,” as the large pile of information flow through my mind, I suddenly remember a thing that has been scheduled for me just days after the interview, “I am going to play violin in theater…”

The answer sounds so fluent that even I could not believe what’s going on in my mouth. As expected, or unexpected, I talk about a lot of things that show great significance for me and for shaping my whole person. Academic performance, extracuricullar activies, and future plans … they seem really solidified into my unconsciousness that whenever mentioned, I would give out concrete responses. My dream is … bright!

Stay determined, and I will wait for you.

January 25, 2017, San Francisco, California, A:

“You have got a new email.”

Let me see … Huh, it’s him again. This applicant notifies me about his sending an interview video of himself, and his mid-year grade report is in here. So, I will just be sure to upload the new information into the system. Record his mid-year grades … Well, he shows something good for us again: his GPA seems to have a great boost compared to his performances during grade 11.

Anyway, time to go on working. After all, I cannot decide whether he will be into our community. But I still expect the “judges” will consider about him.

February 4, 2017, Kunming, Yunnan, X:

I am traveling outside during this winter vacation. Not to talk about the relaxation, but it’s also a great experience to break my new personal report – I had been on a mountain that is 4680 m tall.

Now in the hotel, I have nothing to do except playing with my phone. Suddenly, a news break out, there is a protest in UCB. Reading throughout the text, I contact one of my seniors who are now in that university with concerns about that incidence.

“I hear about a big event in Berkeley lately, does that really happened? I’m concerned about how you are affected.” I immediately send out the message.

A reply comes out minutes later, “Yes, you are right. Recently, our Berkeley college republicans invited a person who supports white male superiority to hold a hate speech. Then, students who were dissatisfied go through a dance protest, but during this protest, a group of masked and shielded people bursted out and used violence, making our school chaotic for a moment.

“But I’m not much affected by that, because there were many helicopters and policemen to maintain this situation, and my university quickly closed all the campus buildings and restaurants…”

What she says to me are dramatic, but realistic. On the other hand, even she can stay calm during this turbulent situation, and what she imparts me is, basically, that UCB is fine. After this wave of assault, it “still shines under the sunlight of California”.

“Thank you for your information. I wish you will be safe during the campus life.”

Would this incidence make my dream ramshackle? No, it would not. My senior has already let me know. I will still determinedly chase my goal.

February 26, 2017, San Diego, California, S:

“Aha, next I would like to discuss about this student.” I say to one of my colleagues.

“So what’s important about him, S? We got only about a few minutes.”

“First, he has a decently high standardized test scores and GPA, which already satisfy, and even exceed our requirements.” I point to the information file and explain, “Like in this test he is not so excellent in English language and art, but his STEM outcompetes nearly 100% test takers.”

“We got many of the similar students, keep saying.”

Next I look into his activites and awards, “You see, he has done a lot of researches into the field of natural science, and there are also interdisciplinary activities. His awards are also generally centered on the major he chooses for.”

“Um, so he has made a rational and decisive choice, huh.”

“What’s important is, he gives us with the interview video and attaches a virtual star to it. I take time to watch his response to the “notable” question, which also relates to his selected profession. So overall I think it is very probable for him to attend our school if he gets our admission. Besides, his score is not too perfect that otherwise he definitely will reject our invitation. So, do you agree to let him in?”

“All right, admission given. Two weeks later he will know about this happy news. Phew, it’s a gain if he really gets into our school. But we should also care about the restricted proportion of international students in our campus now.”

“Yeah I think so.” I ruminate about this problem a while, “Anyway, I guess he is also possible to get into one of the two “big” schools in our system. If that is the case, I will still be glad to offer him a hope of getting a small step into our big family.” I make a grandieur pose and exclaim, “Welcome to California!”

“All right, all right.” my colleague says, “Who’s the next one?”

March 12, 2017, Los Angeles, California, L:

I’m so tired recently, reviewing over hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds of materials everyday. What happen to those applicants? It’s awkward for them to like all point to our campus for admission.

“OK, this student.” I languidly hand out another piece of material to my colleague for review. “Let’s see, he has a nice school performance, a good test scores, a list of what the ever activities, academic awards. Wow, he is kind of intriguing…”

“L, do you notice that our applicants become really strong that we hardly can make any decisions?” my colleague interrupts me.

“But we still have to make, it’s our job. Go on, personal statements … It’s not bad that he loves about biology and chemistry and I’m glad he gives us an interview video to show that. I think he is feasible for our school. What’s your opinion?”

“Surely. Just make it quick.”

“Yes, so … But, oh,” a slight hesitation, “I think he might choose that school. You know, I mean, that school. According to his selection for his academic major, he may get better at, still, that school.”

“So, what’s your opinion?”

“I think we may not offer him a chance into our school. Really, that doesn’t mean we don’t like him, but he is more likely to like that school. You see, he applies to chemical biology as his major, and we really could not has such great experience for him in UCLA. Again, in the face of college competitiveness, we shold not only consider about the quality of admitted individuals, but we also need to take care of our enrollment rate.”

“But isn’t that depressing?”

“I don’t know if this decision is distressful for him. But if I can, I really want to tell him he is already acknowledged by us. I did many similar decisions like that for him these days.”

“OK. Hope this student will get to UCB. Next one.”

March 15, 2017, San Francisco, California, B2:

“Hmm, so you say he is fit for us, B2? I don’t really think so.”

“But I think he’s very dedicated.” As I talk about X with my colleague, we make a really long debate about whether to admit this student. “Yes his standardized test scores are plain, but don’t you notice the pattern shown in his GPA? He is naturally good during his first year in high school, and he also shows a great strike during last semester. You shouldn’t take his grade slide last year before the striking semester as indicative of his unfitness. Besides, the list of activities has not reached a full capacity, but the time taken for each one is adequate enough for fulfilling his life. Therefore I think he has the potential to reach a high goal.”

“So what, he is even applying for the college that is lack of money and also rare of students. Is it good to give him such a precious seat?”

“I met so many students who decide to apply for a college that is said to be easy to get in, like College of Arts and Science. I don’t know, but I think his choice for College of Chemistry fits his abilities and experiences. You see he has good test and competition results related to biology and chemistry, with the exception of AP Biology Test, which I myself think it’s difficult. Additionally, Chinese students hardly choose to attend SAT Biology Subject Test, and among those test takers, hardly anyone can achieve that high high score. He expresses everything he devoted into these fields among all the contents, like his wetland investigation project, and devising of a new product. Even in the sent InitialView interview video, he explicates on his research and activity experience that closely links to the two disciplines, as well as his future plan.

“Oh, and he is not that strictly confined to academic studies, as proven by his experience of playing violin and making translation magazines, etc. Many of these things illustrate he is not a simple person. He is capable of bring the campus with a unique temperament.”

“Hm … your evidence almost persuades me.” my colleague confesses, “But how can you know he is keen on our Berkeley campus? We need to focus on restricted proportion of international students proposed by the state government as well as the proportion of enrollment.”

“Here is an important thing.” I open his InitialView file and show my colleague an object – a virtual star. “You have known that applicants who send us the star is greatly enthralled by our academic environments, as many predecessors said.” I pause for a while and get into deep thought. “Yeah, the star is a symbolization of a hope to getting into the community where the giver can achieve what he or she wants in order to ultimately promote the world’s development just in this seemingly small area compared to the entire surface of the Earth. In this place, people are arduously studying to strive for the personal and social betterness. He can take this mission. Yes, he surely can. How happy he would be to have the opportunity to be involved and welcomed to this community. X, do you hear me, you are a hope…”

“Hey, B2, what’s wrong with you? Are you okay?” My colleague shakes his hand in front of me.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about X. He should be admitted, don’t he?”

“Yes. You really take a lot of time to argue with me just for getting me to accept his fitness. I have no excuse to decline your hard work for him.”

“Thanks for your sincerity; I wish he will start his new life here, passing through the unforgettable four year undergraduate program … Now let’s progress toward to see the next applicant.”

“OK, let’s go on.”

March 31, 2017, Shenzhen, Guangdong, X:

Last week was my dear mother’s birthday. My family went for a happy dinner that night, talking endlessly about the life progresses of my parents and me. My father, being a proprietor of a company striving for three-party quality service, has now been busy for receiving orders from a lot of factories. My mother, being an engineer for the city landscape and hydrology of the city of Shenzhen, succeeds in leading a group of her peers to design a plan to treat a severe pollution in a river.

So how about me? My parents appreciated me for being a DIY student who, without the direct help of educational agent, had achieved several university admissions. Well, I myself thought this is not a big progress, because I have not reached my dream yet. Or, maybe I will reach it very soon.

It’s 12 o’clock now, I open the student portal of University of California, Berkeley. As the admission decision website slightly emerges from the screen, I cannot suppress my sudden surges of my sympathetic nerverous system’s response.

Calm down, calm down. I scroll down the page and I …

Congratulations! …

Is that real? I cannot imagine I finally reached this goal. Three years of dedicated thriving have proven me. Now, it’s time to tell my family about this joyful news.

Wait, my seniors say life there is very busy, and students need to finish a lot of assignments, projects, and researches. Can I endure the so-called “business”?

Why I can’t? Everything seems bright for me now.

UCB, here I come.


Project of Albert Camus’ The Plague

Above is our masterpiece!

(We received the project assignment at the right beginning of the new semester. This project instructed students to interpret one of the four levels operated in Albert Camus’ The Plague: Literal, political, metaphysical, and existential. We chose metaphysical. Through a week’s work for it, we accomplished an artwork. Here’s our project reflection, and two corresponding quotes that help us create our painting.)

Part 1: Reflection of The Plague Abstraction Project

Literary ideas could be simply expressed using abstract objects, such as the different levels of thoughts made in The Plague. This book operates on four lens: literal, political, metaphysical, and existential, each of which could be interpreted using different viewpoints. We selected metaphysical level to create our abstract work through the project.

This process took us about half a day to accomplish our goals. First, we brainstormed about the structure of this artwork and its corresponding properties, like colors, shapes, and some highlighted objects. Then we bought the required materials: a piece of A3 paper, pigments, water, and a paint brush. While three other students of our group have done the purchasing or explaining the ideas behind our creation, Blake worked for painting and finished it before school.

The artwork we created so far was revolved around the metaphysical lens that generally emphasizes the presence of evilness and people’s reactions toward it. Therefore, through this understanding, we attempted to create a scene that there was a red bloody background – symbolizing the deaths in The Plague – and a bar that represents Oran’s isolation. Within the bar exists a black solid circle, which is the plague itself, accompanied by various things that stretch out of the circle symbolizing different people’s reactions.

In my opinion, our portrait of this lens was successful in capturing the metaphysical lens through the coloring, shaping, and highlighting of this artwork. We could envision many different reactions in respect to the plague simply through the objects themselves. Besides the red background and the bars, the gloomy color tone also makes the audience aware that the plague puts the entire town into distress. However, since most of our objects that are attached to the black circle were based upon the main characters, our work could also be misinterpreted as portraying literal lens of the novel.

Nevertheless, I gained deeper understanding about different ways to view the novel The Plague. Instead of focusing on the written texts, I tried to convert the main ideas expressed in this novel into a simpler, abstract painting. Through the project, therefore, I knew to make what seemed complex into a vivid imagery. Moreover, I got to appreciate other groups’ works, and understood that there were other lens successfully portrayed in their paintings. Their works gave me insights about expressing different levels of meanings through abstraction.

Part 2: Analysis of quotes from The Plague in metaphysical level

Quote: Generally speaking, they did not lack courage, bandied more jokes than lamentations, and made a show of accepting cheerfully unpleasantnesses that obviously could be only passing. In short, they kept up appearances. (Part 2, Chapter 10)

Analysis: While the plague is expected to put the whole town into silence and fear, there are certain citizens who, surprisingly, would express their feelings in an extreme way. Instead of focusing on the plague, they seem to be indifferent toward its existence, pretend to continue normal lifestyles, and even accept the truth. This absurdity of actions makes us aware that different people conceptualize the world in different aspects, and thus behave distinctively to the society they perceive. They surely are the observers of this entire catastrophe, but they have different perspectives about it.

Quote: Rambert said he’d thought it over very carefully, and his views hadn’t changed, but if he went away, he would feel ashamed of himself, and that would embarrass his relations with the woman he loved. Showing more animation, Rieux told him that was sheer nonsense; there was nothing shameful in preferring happiness. (Part 4, Chapter 20)

Analysis: Confronting this plague, people may differ in their reactions throughout the passage of time. Rambert, though occasionally attempts to escape the town to seek his wife, changes his decisions through the impact of Rieux. The dynamism of his changing actions imply the transformation of his original viewpoints about the plague and the isolation of Oran. The interaction between the two characters also illustrates that in the face of evilness, they both decide to fight against the plague, though Rieux regards it as a necessary duty, while Rambert does this job through a moral conflict between rightness and wrongness.

Thank You, My Interview

This winter break, I am not relaxed. Earlier than that, I had declined my classmates’ several invitations of a trip to Japan. From the start of the break (January 12), I was just preparing for the upcoming InitialView interview in six days, and struggled for a while to think about my own words: What I could say about myself? Is it really good to say this? Will the admission office of my dream school value my speech? Sometimes I even thought whether my TOEFL Speaking score – the unchangeable label – would put stereotype threat to my interview performance.

Obviously, I took a lot of time to draft my interview according to my past events. I picked my most dedicated extracurricular activity – mangrove forest protection – as the main topic around the interview. “Whatever the interviewer’s trick is, I am going to swerve his or her interest to this activity.” Additionally, NOVA Monthly magazine club, my violin playing, as well as my campus life, are all encompassed in the big bundle of my mind. Gradually, I also got many insights beyond these activities, making me surprised about the power of introspection.

The preparation was intense, but it worth. Everyday I stared at the mirror and warned myself to be expressive. I sat in front of my father, who was, not definitely great at English, acted as my interviewer. As he questioned me about various aspects of my life, I really had to take time to process what he intended to say despite answering his “curiosities”. Nevertheless, I found myself really fluent in speaking, and whatever question my dear papa asked about, I would provide satisfactory response that was already packed in my mind full of the materials. Of course, my seniors also cordially offer their experiences last year during the InitialView and encourage me to catch this chance and make a hit; my foreign teachers in my school, though not available for preparation, also provide tips for me to get rid of this interview.

Still, the day will come. I got into the CBD of Shenzhen and was elevated to the fourteenth floor of the Time Finance Centre. There I saw teacher who instructed me to take a writing. “How to love a person?” Well, this topic was easy, and I harnessed what I learned from psychology course. After the writing, I was sent to have an interview.

At first, the interview asked me about my plan, and I told her the truth, that I would play violin on stage. (Actually, I just finished my performance yesterday!) However, as the interview progressed, I thought the topic about violin was talked about too much, and I took a strategic turn to swerve her attention to mangrove forest protection. Fortunately, I finished the entire interview process.

Today, I received my report, and I was quite satisfied with my results. My parents took a look at my chubby face and my seniors, as well, appreciated how great my interview was. I am confident to send my interview video to my dream school’s admission office. Now, as I send my InitialView video to the admission office of my dream school, I also send a seed of hope to it.


Why biology?

When first encountering the discipline – biology – I felt greatly astonished by its ability to help me explore about wonderful secrets about life: I knew how people grow, live, and have their common physiological processes being fixed and integrated. But in the real world, there are much imperfection in human bodies such as illness. Nowadays, medical technologies have been developed to an advanced level, improving much better in their treatments toward serious diseases. However, this development still does not benefit congenital ones.

I have met a younger child called Rain who was the son of my mother’s good friend. The first thing I noticed was his strange appearance. He was shorter than I expected, possessing a stagnant eyesight. Having a round face, big nostrils, and thick lips which even let me thought he was an alien, he kindly smiled and said hello. Forging my fear of approaching him, I kindly introduced myself and talked about what are going around my daily life. Rain, in turn, started long speech about his experiences. Though his illogical flow of words, with murmured pronunciation, was once difficult for me to understand his sentences, I finally came to fathom what he was talking about. From that day on, we became friends and frequently trade information between each other.

Still, my mother, being aware of Rain’s abnormality, asked his parents about what’s the problems with his appearance and speaking. The response was shocking: Rain got Down’s syndrome since he was born. His parents, though could not initially accept his strange outlook, raise him with the regard that he is a normal child. But years passed by, his parents discerned that there might be some problems. After sending Rain to have a professional physical examination, his parents were stunned at the addition of a chromosome. I thought that he could be normal again, but my mother told me that this disease could not be cured since it was inborn.

I could not bear the truth even though it was strongly corroborated. Hiding this secret to Rain, I gained deeper approach to him after series of recreational activities. In definition, Down’s syndrome had its patients unable to cognize the world holistically. But I saw his painting, which once really enthralled me by the portrayal of the animals and plants. Beside this, I admired his dancing skills which had the paces being coordinated and rhythmed. Even I could not reach that high standard. In general, I could perceive many of the life’s best details being captured by his little body, sparkling great amount of his knowledge of the world to me. Nevertheless, I did know that he could get out of the sufferings of his inborn disease.

Through high school study about biology, I came to know about more things about the virtue of lifeforms. There always exist materials of inheritance – genes – that can determine people’s physical and behavioral traits since their birth. But when abnormality comes, such as the alteration in humans’ chromosomes which hold many of the genes, people’s traits will be disrupted, forming some distinct but negative characteristics for them that prevent their life from proceeding like a normal person. Though in the present, there have not been cure for such diseases, gene therapy, a branch of the bioengineering, started to apply in various treatment toward different inborn diseases that were caused by only small changes in people’s genes.

But what about those diseases resulting from the anomaly of chromosomes? Basing on this question, here I apply for the college I applied for with the aim to seek the answer. Through various fields of research opportunities offered by the university I applied for, I could gain a lot of insight into the solution of many of these human sufferings, not only for the theoretical one, but also in the realm of real-life application, which could authentically provide the innocently influenced people with hopes to live a happy life.


New Beginnings

As an active student in high school, I am very concerned about college. I’m trying to do everything right: I keep my grades up, participate in a few extracurricular activities, prepare for standardized tests, even perform community service. I spend most days thinking about the future. Hoping that I’m on the right path, I do my best at everything I can.

Being curious about the field of biology, I get good scores as well as a great number of awards. However, I feel myself too nerdish since I only approach biology through book knowledge. Besides, I am interested in pursuing career focusing on this subject. So I decided to try to secure a spot as a volunteer at the local hospital. It would be the best of both worlds: helping people while gaining valuable on-the-job experience. I put on a nice pair of trousers, a shirt, and some comfortable shoes and went to visit the business office. Fortunately, the hospital director was quite willing to let me help out, and he said I could start that summer as soon as I finished my finals. I accepted his offer immediately, thinking to myself that here lay all the opportunities I could ever want!

Soon enough, I showed up for my first day at the hospital. The director gave me a brief tour of various departments as he told me about the primary focus of each, an expert himself in every facet of hospital administration, until we stopped right in front of the maternity ward. “This is where you’re going to work,” he said, ushering me through the brown double doors. Thinking I was going to give a hand to infants, my enthusiasm rose up my mind.

But initially, things are not what I expected. Walking into the ward, I was overwhelmed by the sounds. Women yelled and newborns wailed. Nurses rushed around to adjust medical instruments that screamed for attention. I felt besieged in the center of so much action and wondered if I had been too hasty in seeking out such a difficult service project.

Apparently my fear must have shown clearly on my face as I looked around because the director said, “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to the pace up here. You are going to help in the laboratory.” With that, we walked down a hallway filled with bright blue and pink balloons, and into the room full of experimental instruments. The pastel colors provided a quiet backdrop to the humming of machines and knocking of test tubes. A doctor, the one in charge of the lab, welcomed me, thanked me for volunteering, and asked me to start recording the data presented by an incubator with a cute baby sleeping inside of it. The director gave me a questioning look, which I returned with a quiet nod. I got right to work.


A Story That Gets You Hooked

He became aware of his pounding headache as he regained consciousness. The enveloping darkness impeded his ability to identify his surroundings; it took him several moments to realize he was laying on the backseat of a moving vehicle. He tried to sit up and look out the window in an attempt to orient himself, but was immediately pushed back down by someone. A flash of light illuminated the interior of what he then recognized as his family’s minivan – and he noticed his mother in the driver’s seat. He sensed something was wrong. Her normally calm disposition had been replaced by one of trepidation and alarm.

“What’s go…”

“Shh! Stay down! Stay down! They can’t know you’re here! We have to get you to safety!” She whispered.

“Who can’t know…”


All he could see was an unfamiliar road illuminated by the headlights.


An Unusual Practice Book

I have bought a book about concepts and practices of courses during my high school life. It seems so common that nearly everyone else could purchase it for the purposes of enhancing their knowledge. However, for me, this book is very unusual and provides me with well-rounded treatment toward other kinds of books.

With the aim to effectively improve my skill, I firstly used it for training my brain to get to understand about something inside the textbook. The structure inside the content was just well-designed that I did not want to even fold the page unintentionally. Only two colors were displayed in those pages, bringing me with refreshing air to calm me down and work hard. With blanks waiting me to be filled in, I looked around the textbook and recognized such difficult points deeper in my mind. There were always some pop-quizzes after the review lists’ blanks are completed, which made me have greater impression to such knowledge.

Accidentally, I saw neglected blocks of texts that appeared under the main content. They illustrated how the knowledge could be traced to some historical facts, or presented some ideas that are similar to what I learned. I read them loud, and felt really surprised at how those what I studied could be applied to everyday-life aspects.

I decided to keep the book without selling or abandoning it. It was a symbol of my self-accomplishment on such field of high school courses that I felt interested in. Moreover, with those expansions of such knowledge, I could also read back to access something that was unnecessary in exams, but was really useful in real life.

Actually, it is called Five Years of Gaokao and Three Years of Practices.


Open the Window

I was not courageous enough to desire sunshine. It was so grandiose and beautiful that I always quietly respect it in my heart, like worshiping divinity. However, I also feared it, feared about its grandeur and beauty. I was afraid that one day, I would be softened.

But I felt curious. “What is out of the window? Is it dim light filtered by leaves? Or a drama mixed by wind and rainfall? Or a terrible python waiting for me as a dish?”

Everyone has a window and desires what is out of it. However, few really meet sunshine. I heard that, “You should look for happiness yourself.” Indeed, although during the process of welcoming sunshine has a lot of troubles, but as I open the window, I will see a blue sky.

As a result, I stared at that mysterious window, and walked straight to it. I immediately pushed the window and, in a moment, beams of dazzling sunshine came in from the gaps of trees. The dark room instantly became so bright. To my surprise, I saw a vivid scene out of the window: Birds were singing, grasses were dancing, and the tranquil lake – touched by a naughty dragonfly – rippled again and again…

I felt fortunate that I opened the window.


Five Sentences Salute

I, as an active explorer of life, does various investigations for the truth behind such natural phenomena that explain the theories. Being both phlegmatic and rigorous, I does really careful during the process of experimentation. In my opinion, cultural innovations are based upon social practices, so I actually seek to utilize what I learned into the reality. Regardless of shame, contributing to the society is considered as a duty for me, whenever I am positioned. As a result, there is a encouraged teenager – me – who does industriously during campus study and confidently shape the life he is among everyday behaviors.