I spend the whole day on reunion with friends, those of primary school, junior and high school. It's the only day of relaxation since Feb. 1st, during these days of terrible, hard working on the red Bible. I feel happy not only for such a hard-won break, but also for seeing these guys still familiar, still amicable.
We, guys of the past Class Two, dallied time away at Chen's office the whole afternoon, chatting, laughing, recalling the days we were together. Just when we sighed with emotion for that everyone was almost the same as he had been four years ago, a naive young boy broke in to find his honorable teacher. Then we suddenly realized what we've been undergoing. We were no more kids now. The pressure of such awful things as finding job, getting married, buying house and car, rushed into our mind. We couldn't prevent ourselves from getting mundane. The luster in our eyes has changed. No more clear, fraught with anxiety, but fortunatly still comfident and stable.
Some of them've found their perfect niche. Just like Xiaobao. He's the only one in the our past Physics Class who've struggled to stay in the Physics Deparment of PKU. Other guys are all dispersed into various fields at various place. It's heard that he is a relative normal guy in his class. All students in such a cruel major as Neuclear Physics are all crazy ones. It's impossible for everyone to be scientist, except for hard-working genious as him. It requirs not just a wise mind, but a highly resistance for solitude and a kind of adamancy. Best wish to him. Maybe one day we'll be talking about his anecdotes with others who at that time reconize him as a outstanding scientist.
And Song, our monitor. I've just been told that he's got the admisson of an accountant affair office in Beijing, beside his application to the graduate schools abroad and the CPPCC general office.
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Everyone is in a suspending feeling now. Some care about their grades in the graduate entrance exams. Some about their applications to go broad, etc.. The next- maybe the last- semester for some people, has so many possibilities that we can't help being worried. But I like what Micheal said in Prison Break: Just have a little more faith. Yeah, every boy or girl from Exp. Middle School is unique and excellent. We'll be sure to find the world of ourselves and indulge ourselves in that prosperous brand-new field.