Once a week for fifteen minutes-6

Time flies. Things keep changing without notice. Although it's not a bad thing to sense the changes, somehow it makes me feel a little bit sorrow. Everything from a postcard to a conversation can tug at the heartstrings. Few days ago, I received a postcard from my high school friend who is now living in Netherlands as an exchanged student. On the post card, she wrote, with time passing, it was farewell that taught her about the meaning of true affection. Her words let me associate with the period of time when we were all in high school. To be honest, we were not "exceptional good friend" at that time. I was indifferent to those passing days. However, years later, as we all grow up and separate from each other to different parts, strangely, we become even better and try to keep in touch either by sending messages or a postcard. Even a photo of scenery taken from her dormitory overlooking the window can grant me a chance to imagine how she is going these days. I can tell her slight smile radiates the joy of life and growth.

Once a week for fifteen minutes-5

Many times, I will bump into the situation in which people ask my hobby. Actually, I feel quite awkward whenever being asked since the first thing comes to my mind is "study." But I know it won't be a good answer, for people will expect the answers to be like dance, singing or somewhat not related to the "read." If any, the category must at least be the novel. Therefore, every time I just struggle before answering "Uh, yeah, I like to watch movies...." I would like to say that I really like to study, or to be more clear, to study textbooks. I like to fill myself with great amount of knowledge, which makes me thrilled and excited. But I have to confess that I do have the hard times once in a while, not willing to study anything, feeling like to tear the papers and just focusing on doing something unproductive. However, whenever I am in such circumstance, I will quickly warn my consciousness and find a motivation to recommence on my pursuing of knowledge. In fact , these day I don't pay any effort in Spanish courses and reluctantly start off browsing through until the due is near at hand. On no account can I find passion for Spanish. However, on Friday, I happened to meet a guy from Nicaragua. Of course, he speaks Spanish. I was quite excited and desired to talk with him in Spanish. I thought,"Come on, I major in Spanish. It won't be any problem to make a conversation, or just a small talk. That will be fine." To my stun, I was tongue-tied at the moment and even forgot how to say "What's your name?" in Spanish. I couldn't be too upset and frustrated I would say. At that time, I burned out the fire again, urging that I pick up Spanish books as soon as possible.      

Once a week for fifteen minutes-4

Among seven days, I like Friday the most. This semester, my class ends up at 12 p.m., moving on to the weekend fever. I like to feel free to stay in school's library. It would be much better without any classes following up later. I always try to find an individual seat along the window side. Oh, by the way, I forget to mention, I only go to the Social Sciences Library instead of the Main Library. Although it's quite smaller in comparison with Main Lab., I feel secure there. Those individual seats are quite popular among students. I think  that is a way to protect their personal space. Therefore, usually I have little chance to find one. Then, I turn to choose other table where one of two seats still has not yet been occupied by anyone. Still, I have my habitual rule. I always go further deeply in the library, the second floor, where people will be less likely to pass by, for I can totally be engaged  in my handy things without being disturbed. I have to say that even the change of air flow behind my back can make me feel creepy. Luckily, normally on Friday, I don't need to worry about finding my favorable seat because most students will hand out to celebrate their weekend. For me, finding a suitable seat, being alone and turning the music radio, American's top 100, happening to broadcast the song Crush by David Archuleta, in high volume can make me feel tranquil inside.  

Once a week for fifteen minutes-3

I haven't slept well since last Friday. Every day, I hit the bed at about 4 in the morning and 2 to 3 hours later, I wake up, starting off a day with great amounts of work. Although it sounds unbelievable and unbearable, I enjoy the tiredness I would say. It is because these day, I've found something meaningful and cheerful. That is, I am now an English tutor of two senior high school students. What is worth mentioning is that it is only in two days that I'm qualified for the job from two family. Of course, before officially being approved by students' parents, I had to have a pilot test first to see whether I am qualified for the position. To my excitement, within 30 minutes, I passed the test. It was kinda achievement and pleasure to make the expectations of the student and her parents. Actually, teaching high school's English was not a nerve-wracking ordeal to me due to the abundance of experience and preparation. Since I had been prepared the teaching materials all day long and asked my mom to give me feedback as if she were a student after listening to the course, I had to say that I was ready. So, the next day, I showed my confidence as usual to the other student. As I had expected, I got the case right away.

Once a week for fifteen minutes-2

I am looking forward to Wednesday's coming, for I will have the training course of school team at 7 p.m. Last time, I started to get excited at 4 but felt like sitting on pins and needles when the clock ticked to 7. I have stopped the practice for two years, so I am not quite sure about how well can I still perform. I do feel sort of disappointment since I've stopped it, for I think this sport is the only one and the only thing that I can boast about myself and that I can confidently say,"I am the kinda expert." But I do love people there. They are kind and nice. The thing that attracts me back to the field is the feeling of accomplishment, but I have to say I never think I can have a chance to pick it up again. Therefore, I cannot be too excited I would say. Although I couldn't do everything well as I used to do, I totally engaged myself in participation with joy. Besides this, it was a very cool experience to practice with those guys who were of my age. What's more interesting is that some guys are even foreigners, so I try to translate everything into English for them. It is very interesting I would say so.    

Once a week for fifteen minutes-1

This winter vacation, I wanted to do something meaningful in case that when I looked back, I wouldn't feel any regret of the past. Of course, there were something that I had planned to do during the time but failed to do like preparing for getting license or exercising from the first day of the winter break. But still, I got some of them being done. Although it was not so perfect and thorough, at least I stepped out my first step anyway. As I had planned the winter break, I set my time into two parts. One was called leisure time, the other was for studying. In my leisure time, I tried to do something that made me focus on being unproductive, which meant I could follow up the Korean dramas that I had lagged behind so far that made me feel awkward whenever I tried to get a word in when talking within the girls-group. I watched them day and night without sleep which made me feel that I was really on my comma. Besides, I really spent a great amount of time seeing a great variety of movies made from different countries and I saw them as "listening training course". On the other hand, I set a goal for studying six hours each day and then the rest of time, I could play to my heart's content. Because last semester I realized that I had lagged behind in the Japanese class, I should really do something to make up the lose. I studied grammar, vocabulary, listening and reading. I read out loud the content and even murmured in Japanese. It really showed amazing improvement on the sense of one language.