Thanks to the innovation of wireless router and my roomie who brought it into our room, we are now enjoying net-surfing freely on our own bed.
There are only a few days left towards the Final Judgment. Being a Medicinae Baccalaureus, it is essential for us to pass the MB examinations, that's why all the lambs are striving to escape from being slaughtered by the crocodiles in the Great White Tower.
We can feel that summer has come and have our air conditioner just turned on for the first time in this year. I can see birds start to sing next to the blossoming flowers outside the window, and some hateful ants begin parading across my desk despite my best efford to clear all the food away.
This summer, most of my fellow secondary classmates will be graduated and, if not fortunate enough, unemployed. Time flies, three years already passed by, and those pretty, young, green photos taken on the board has already turned yellow. Somewhat I feel regret.
Life should be beautiful, right? I see my mother University (yep, we are deemed to be exiled from her embrace) as a wonderful place of enjoying mother nature. It is spacious, native, and quiet. I should have spent more days and nights with my friends in this beautiful campus, explore mysterious places in it; or, simply staying overnight playing TV games, and sleep to 3 P.M. in hostel!
Why are we being trapped inside this Great White Tower?
Because of our dream? Because of investment from the government? Because of a pretty good pay upon graduation? I kept on asking myself this sort of question when I was frustrated. However, once I sit back and review what has happened this year, I have no regret. Although my schedule (yes, my Microsoft Outlook) was filled up by non-stop lectures and examinations, I had seen patients, I had experienced what is life, I had felt what is love. Only in hundreds' days, I turn from a naive and childlish guy, to became a (relatively) more mature man.
There are only a few days left towards the Final Judgment. Being a Medicinae Baccalaureus, it is essential for us to pass the MB examinations, that's why all the lambs are striving to escape from being slaughtered by the crocodiles in the Great White Tower.
We can feel that summer has come and have our air conditioner just turned on for the first time in this year. I can see birds start to sing next to the blossoming flowers outside the window, and some hateful ants begin parading across my desk despite my best efford to clear all the food away.
This summer, most of my fellow secondary classmates will be graduated and, if not fortunate enough, unemployed. Time flies, three years already passed by, and those pretty, young, green photos taken on the board has already turned yellow. Somewhat I feel regret.
Life should be beautiful, right? I see my mother University (yep, we are deemed to be exiled from her embrace) as a wonderful place of enjoying mother nature. It is spacious, native, and quiet. I should have spent more days and nights with my friends in this beautiful campus, explore mysterious places in it; or, simply staying overnight playing TV games, and sleep to 3 P.M. in hostel!
Why are we being trapped inside this Great White Tower?
Because of our dream? Because of investment from the government? Because of a pretty good pay upon graduation? I kept on asking myself this sort of question when I was frustrated. However, once I sit back and review what has happened this year, I have no regret. Although my schedule (yes, my Microsoft Outlook) was filled up by non-stop lectures and examinations, I had seen patients, I had experienced what is life, I had felt what is love. Only in hundreds' days, I turn from a naive and childlish guy, to became a (relatively) more mature man.
Our choice, deprived me of enjoying a wonderful world, though, leaving us behind in the darker side, perhaps, the darkest side of the world in our patients' eyes. We see illness, proverty, and death in a day to day basis. We are logs standing there to observe how our patients suffered. Yes. We are there, having a heart, to lighten up the darker side. We strive, to revert the situation, to rebuild a wonderful world of our patients and their relative, and thus, sharing their appreciation and happiness after a day's hard work, it would be a wonderful world for us, too.
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