First day

Yes, i decided to open a blog on my own now.. Having been thinking of doing this since very long time ago..

Well, there're too many things that I wanna tell yet time is so limited. It's gonna be my last 4 months before graduating from this school. Kind of sad would best illustrate my feelings. I know for the 7 years, I did not live my life to the fullest, I did not even know why I entered this school, what for? Simply because I am good at it? yet not good enough to be someone? I can't deny having wasted so much time fooling around, now it really is time to make a difference, even a slight one. Time fleets so fast yet few people would alone grab it before it runs away. I just happen to be those that let go of it so easily..



Looking back like 6 years ago, as I agreed to my parents that I'd like to play the violin as my career. Be it my laziness or fracture on my middle finger, doesn't matter that much,though. I know that could be the most ludicrous excuse not doing my very best..orz.. I was so stupid and naive that I left my wallet in the hands of a senior that I didn't even reconized her look. I asked her to keep my wallet as we played the game which was set for freshmen. ...What is called an idiot was that I did not remember whom I gave my wallet to..



Having been cheated by many of my male seniors that it's not a bid deal to skip from courses, so I did.. That was the very first mistake I have taken.. I shouldn't have done that, nor should a student be allowed to do that. But I was so stupid that I TOOK THEM ALL.. Based on this, teachers at school started to quesiton my personality and attitudes towards studying at this school. Wow, that was really a false information and they always like to misconstrue people like that? They never granted me a chance to make it up, but showing their impatience by giving me very poor grades on my violin.. Come on! that is my major, were it not for violin, I would attend any better schools than this... So my melancholy started at the very point of that period. Failure to getting along with my major teacher, and feeling so cheated by her because she did not want to lend me her bow when I took part in the audition for AYO.. I cried a lot that afternoon, alone,at my room, sighing the vulnerabilty deep down my heart. That is very of a paradox. We didn't enter this school for being insulted nor looked down upon. We came here for higher aims and purposes. But what was that?



But truthfully, I did get some good friends after entering this school, who I never thought would be my friends, very close ones. I am so happy to have them in my life. Movies,