My dream, I can to achieve her.

Tonight I switched WordPress’s display language to EN, because reading it in Chinese was really bugging me… For a while now, I’d say about half a year, I’ve been thinking about a few questions, and in the last few days I think I’ve finally figured them out. Stay low-key, don’t be restless, stay calm and composed: I can’t do any of that. Last summer vacation, I remember it was last summer, that’s when I started to change, from a little kid who knew nothing to slowly understanding life, and it isn’t pretty. In 2009, before my freshman year of high school was even over, I got threatening messages from someone saying they’d come to my school to find me… I guess I was lucky that day, they didn’t find me, maybe because I left early. Then he kept leaving me messages and kept looking for me, saying that when he found me he’d beat me up. I was pretty scared at the time, and I couldn’t figure out why he wanted to beat me up. He just seemed to not like me. My guess was that someone had hired people to beat me up. I hadn’t offended anyone back then. The only person I’d offended was a girl who liked me and got turned down. I thought, no matter how much she hated me, she couldn’t possibly get someone to beat me up. Damn. Then I rounded up a bunch of people, ahem, buddies who’d come to help me the second they heard I was getting beaten up. Later the whole thing just fizzled out. Now a year has passed and I still haven’t been beaten up. I think whoever wanted to beat me up has long forgotten about it. My high school life, for me, has been over for a while now. When I was at school, life was really dull. Take New Year’s Day: the school had no events at all and didn’t allow classes to organize anything either. Our school had no events for seniors, while seniors at other schools all had events. We got very few days off. The school docked our holidays, squeezed our breaks, and it was all extra classes, classes and exams. That’s why I hate my high school. Compared with the other high schools in this city, principal, you’re not fucking human! To complete its “plain education” research project, our school had no multimedia equipment in the high school classrooms. Suuuper plain. I heard the project won’t end until 2012. I don’t think the project is worth studying anymore. Once they finish studying it in 2012, who’s going to look at it? My Chinese teachers: in two years of high school, I had two of them. We wrote weekly journals with no assigned topic, free to write whatever, so every time I wrote either rants about education or argumentative essays. What was the most fun time at high school? Goofing around with my buddies, wandering around the school. The school had no clubs at all, except for an arts and culture festival. The so-called arts and culture festival was just that one day. Since the school had no auditorium or anything, because it’s right next to the city center and space is really tight, we watched it out in the square. Damn, it was usually in November and freezing. Goofing around with my buddies, I don’t even know what we were goofing around doing. Going to internet cafes. I was the youngest of us… still underage, though of course I didn’t lack for internet access. The school had no heating… which I’ve never been able to understand. All I can say is, what the fuck are you researching with this “plain education,” damn, seriously, o(︶︿︶)o sigh. How do I put it, my high school was unlucky. For example, at the freshman-year sports meet, in the 400 meters, my leg cramped and I just collapsed on the track… At the sophomore-year sports meet, in the 4x100 relay, I dropped the baton… we came in dead last… because of me… My high school was a tragedy in other ways too: before freshman year was even over, the bike I’d paid 1,500 yuan for got stolen. Then I confessed to the girl I liked and got rejected… Then on the last exam of high school, I ranked near the bottom of my whole grade… and then, that was it. All through high school I was the class monitor. I’m really grateful to my homeroom teacher for not judging me with tinted glasses, ahem. My grades at school were really bad, and my homeroom teacher didn’t hand out positions based on grades. At least that was something. …Sigh, and that’s how high school ended. Someday we’ll get together, have some fun, and then everyone will go their separate ways. Writing this post, I just feel it’s time for me to wake up… Burn, my Cosmo~~

My dream,I can to achieve her.

To match the title, ahem: one person’s dream, one person walks it.

Updated January 3, 2015:

I remember switching the language back to Chinese not long after.

10.04.2015 update

Starting now I’m back to using Hexo in English