Friday, June 08, 2007
~ 6/08/2007 05:20:00 PM ~
I'm packing up. Files, Notes, everything. The flight will take off at eight twenty tomorrow, and I will arrive at Beijing around four twenty. Will blog when I reach home.
Friday, June 01, 2007
~ 6/01/2007 10:39:00 PM ~
Yay, 1st June! When everybody else went to some amazing places and enjoyed their double holiday there, we had to stay in school for lesson. Oh, great, more comprehension, vocabulary and letter writing. The teacher praised two of my essays and claimed to give me a prize. Well, I didn’t feel like having any prize as I have known what it was going to be. Melted, sticky sweets. For the whole week, the teacher doesn’t even bother changing the brand of the sweets! She keeps drawing sweets from the same plastic bag.
Suddenly, I feel that school days might be better than holidays. On normal days, there wouldn’t be any enrichment lesson six hours a day with an over-excited, chatty and nagging teacher, who talks so much and so loudly than we can’t concentrate, and her surprising prizes. But at least she gives us vocabulary every day and we are supposed to give sentences using the words. Okay, I’ll try not to use this sentence structure because it reminds me something funny during elective weeks.
Last week I was excused for Sports Carnival because I had to help preparing the drama performance Midsummer Night Dream, or Dream of Midsummer Night? I can’t remember, but I don’t think Shakespeare liked to use such a seemingly redundant word “of” in his title. Anyway, our role was to fix flash lights on the rails and hang up the lanterns. We worked from Thursday to Saturday. Lighting up the lanterns before every performance. On Saturday I became the usher who tore up tickets. There were a couple of fires during rehearsal. I was not sure about the cause of it. But it seemed that the aluminium foil in the lanterns mixed with the carbon in the wax and caught fire. Well, facing the real fire – burning wax, aye, somehow it burned, keeping dripping on to the wood table – who cares about theory. Actions were taken, before it was too late – the oily string caught fire, for heaven’s sake! A crew of drama club advanced and he – No, don’t blow it! It’ll only provide air for it! Suffocate it! Fire was put off, teachers were alarmed. A group of crews became fire fighter. I was not sure how they planned it.
Our role is not crucial in the performance, but it was something memorable. After the event was a whole-week English extra lessons. Actually, there were some really fantastic teachers teaching us the remedial lessons before. We called one of them Mr. Soap, since his name has the similar pronunciation as a word in mandarin. He was really good at teaching us skills of doing comprehension and I’ve improved a lot in my composition writing. Another one was a teacher who taught us last term. I recently learnt that he was nicknamed as Mr. Dictionary. I reckon perhaps this is because he knows the exact meaning of lots of words, or probably is because he always encourages us to check dictionary, or both. But what he has to learn is to curl his lips upwards and to have a sense of humor.
Now, as my roommates playing online games for Children’s Day – and oh, one of them has a hobby of sticking every brand of the apples he buys on to the door – I was blogging for leisure. I planned to start packing up at the start of next week. Time to go back for a two-week-holiday. Thinking about the Chinese food – yummy. Hopefully, when I meet my old classmates, the Hong Kong girl can teach me some Cantonese. Some basic ones. I don’t know why I want to learn that. But I remember last time she taught me a lot of Cantonese vulgarities, which I forgot long time ago.
'd post soon. Adios.
