Everything is so quiet,
everyone is concentrated on their own work. The constant click of
the mouse or the sound made by typing is usually the only sound
we're able to detect. I remembered my phone went off once and it
was so embarrassing.
More reading for Law and
Psychology this week. A hundred or so pages of reading of a book
written by the professor of the course, and another 14-page New
Yorker article to give us a clear look at what is going to be
discussed in Monday's class.
I can see a lot of people
moaning at how much work they have for the summer, and I commented
on Ramzi, the boy who lives on the first floor in Thayer, his
facebook status. He was saying that the summer didn't feel like
summer because there was "school", and I asked whether I was the
only one who actually craved for homework.
Sinking into my
brick-thick book offers me a valuable experience of concentrating
on something that I actually love. Being able to
answer the example essay questions honors me with a sense of
accomplishment. It's unlike all the work I've
done before. In China, you got to know the answer to a question
because you already knew how to answer it. Here, every answer needs
deep thinking and consideration, and there's no such thing as "the"
answer, there's only "an" answer.
My paper was handed on to
be revised by all of my classmates this morning. It turns out that
it still needs to be refined and polished. The final paper due on
new Thursday. Until then, I have a week to make my paper
perfect.
That's all for
today.
And this week passes
really, really fast.
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