Frankly, although my college life is already gone, it remains vividly in my deep memory. It almost likes a dream that just yesterday, I was still living in my small but warm dormitory on campus……
Sometimes in life, something is not so easy to explain. At that time, I was miserable as I had no interest in my major at all. I was so tired of the complicated formulas and tedious theories. I was so helpless that I said to myself, “My life is over and I will definitely end up as a failure.” Everything is a nightmare except English.
My only happy time was to learn English on my own. (College English classes were boring too.) I could choose which books to read, which songs to listen to and which movies to watch. Only at that moment, everything was randomly beautiful.
As a devotee of English, I was overwhelmingly excited when I saw the ad. of spoken English training course taught by native speaker. I went to register at once without any hesitation, wondering how that foreign teacher could be like.
When I stepped into the classroom on the first Sunday night, there were already many students, chatting happily and loudly. I chose a front seat, sat down and waited nervously, impatiently and curiously.
All of a sudden, all the noises calmed down. The foreign teacher(K) who we were expecting finally turned up. It was so quiet that I could hardly breathe and my heart beat wildly. I gazed at her intensely and curiously. A foreigner, not on TV any more, so close, so fresh……
K was from the US and she was a very nice person, tall, slim and pretty. It seemed she was quite independent as she visited many countries and regions and obviously, she had talents in languages as she studied linguistics and knew several foreign languages. Awesome, isn’t it? And I knew I liked her and her teaching style after the first lesson.
Everything went well with the spoken English training course. I worked hard and learned a lot, clichés, idioms, western culture issues, pop songs etc. We got along well with K, and it was very hard to say good-bye when the course was drawing to the end. However, I did write down K’s e-mail address hoping one day, we could get in touch.
Excitement gradually faded out, and my life returned to normal, monotonous of course. I kept on improving my English, and did not forget K either.
It was during the Spring Festival of 2005 that I bought my laptop. Ever since then, I had been able to surf the Internet in my dormitory. I was eager to e-mail K, and wanted to know more about her teaching life. But I didn’t know what to say and how she would respond. I was in a dilemma. Until 30th April, I gathered all my courage and sent a mail to her, regardless of all the possible consequences. (And months later, I learned that day was K’s birthday. What a coincidence! And let’s just say my mail was a little gift for her, for God’s sake.)
K responded the following day, positively and warmly. And I was extremely excited. Since then, we two kept in touch with each other, talking about almost everything and sharing and exchanging our opinions. She was a good teacher and friend, completely, totally and eternally. And definitely, my biggest treasure in college is SIE -----my dear friend.
K met her Mr. Right in her hometown and this December, they will tie the knot. I really feel very happy for them.
posted @ 2007-12-27 11:50
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