Richard's profileSet Full Sail!PhotosBlogListsMore ![]() | Help |
|
April 05 The SeparationIt is not such a moving scene in my class until a Chinese class began and finished. There are 11 students, or my best friends, will go to other 3 different kinds of classes for their further study because they do not choose Physics and Chemistry as their courses at option but other 3 possibilities. When my Chinese teacher, Mrs Hang, told us that she had ever had such experience (but not totally the same), we seemed to be comforted but not be completely shaken for we were just spending time trying to find the best things and events which had occurred to them. We had and had been truly assured that we would not forget and leave any of this wonderful class members. I nearly cried not only for I did not think that it would be so soon and the reality was cruel but for I did not treasure my time to all of my classmates and some of them even did not receive a single word from me, whom was so sorry for them that could just hope that they will have a new and pleased position as soon as possible when they are in their new classes. It was certain that the farewell party's atmosphere cannot be copied and recreated for it was unique and precious not only for me, a single unit in this grand class, but for others, whom have a great and amazing achievement during the last 7 months. I suddenly perceive and think and believe that our friendship will be diamond and hard to break. Maybe it will be hard to see each other because of various kinds of explanations. What's more, it is impossible that we are still a single unit since we separated from this class and from this moment. However, the "ever happened" interesting things and "cannot-be-forgotten" jokes are marked, in a stone, which is near the sea of our mind. It's difficult to figure out on which day I said that I liked Alexander to you. But it has been such a memorabilia that I cannot leave. I hope that I was not embarrassed enough to embarrass you. Your and his visages will be forever IN my heart for every one of you are the best and can never be replaced. I like pomme (means apple) for it represents a kind of spirit that will never be a hatred. It works without showing off its red just like you study without showing off your knowledge. There are really so much to record for you and other separated mates, my unique but amiable mates. The End (By Richard Scor) |
|
|