I’m not one to dwell on the past; however, I can’t resist flipping through my art portfolio every so often. Since my family was never big on scrapbooking or filming home videos, a decade’s worth of sketches and doodles record my chubby-cheek days. Sprawled across crumpled notebook paper and sturdy cardstock, each drawing illustrates a chapter of my life. In the distant future, I visualize myself using these creations to unfold my life story to wide-eyed grandkids seated on my lap. Here’s a rehearsal.....
Professor Wang begins Business Chinese by requesting volunteers for oral presentations on business ethics. I immediately volunteer and begin detailing the notorious Sanlu tainted milk incident. Professor Wang looks bothered until I realize I’ve used the colloquial (kou yu) when I should’ve used semi-formal language...
It was the first day of my internship. I stepped out of the bus an hour before I had to arrive at my office, with nothing but a pocketful of cash. It was a whole new world for me. You would think that the first thing I wanted to do was explore the beautiful Stanford campus, but in reality, there was only one thing on my mind: where’s the bathroom?..
Spurred by a combination of caffeine-fueled insomnia and senior- year nostalgia, I decided to go on a drive early that Tuesday morning. I drove the old, familiar roads I had taken many times before, one hand comfortably resting on the leather seam of my steering wheel, the other twisting the radio dial to find a suitable station. Wet leaves created a thin coating over the black tar, my wheels sloshing as I slid over them. The town seemed peacefully deserted as I peered out my dirt- freckled windshield, with not a soul in sight...
As I strolled down Sheridan Road on a sweltering July day, I paused for a moment to absorb my surroundings. Students hustled about, running off to one class or another. Counselors in blue t-shirts led gaggles of children arranged in haphazard lines. The sun poured down, illuminating the entire campus.Step by step, I made my way back to the West Fairchild dorm, passing the Tech building. Taking a brief respite from my walk, I sat at a bench near the famous Rock. I couldnít help but ponder how comfortable and at home I felt...
I have failed to maximize my potential as a master of English prose. I have missed just about every opportunity I have had to make something of myself, to let the world know of my potential as a writer, in any capacity, really. I know the world does not care, one way or another. There will always be another dumbass who can write something people feel is touching, or somehow deep...
Being the Captain of the National Mathematics Olympic Team is the most important commitment for me right now. This duty encourages me to take part in all preparatory courses for mathematics Olympiads. It’s closely related to two other activities, namely Olympiad organization and teaching activity for the National Mathematics camps...
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