I have to first use the similar sentence structure from my favorite writer Edgar Allan Poe because that’s the truth. It is special, really, for one thing, I will not attend the last two semesters in our Red Buildings. What’s more, more pressure and tasks are waiting for me to kill with the following exams but I’m a little bit afraid or to be more accurate, weird. I mean I feel weird because I suddenly found yesterday after I had gained a new relationship with a, a good guy, that old friends seemed to be away. I don’t know whether they would alienate me one day, or the time. Maybe I’m being a little bit serious or nostalgia but meanwhile I don’t want it to be true either. I am proud because I am still maintaining a good friendship with… with, eh, one of my mates since primary school and actually, he has achieved a lot and won the trust from our teacher by his industriousness and charm. Okay, that’s just my point of view. But I can see that he’s changing, too. Maybe 5 or 6 years ago, he ever called himself the “King of math” just because every time he earned high grades in math! I disdained his pride, to tell you the truth. However, I think I wish to cherish it NOW! I admit that I was also somehow enjoying his pride at that time. His confidence about math and maybe his leadership has greatly been into a power to change his personality. That’s strong. In addition to the influence from the rigid doctrines “implanted by” our teacher, he is totally able to become a strong, perfect man, at least in our class’s eye. But that reminds me of a phrase from Black Adder: underlying a boyish heart. He also had a boyish… maybe a boyish attitude toward his life minus his academic one. And that’s what I wish to cherish. Actually, it enriches my experience with him. A vivid impression is always welcome anyway.