The Essay class this morning
was probably the blandest class we've had since the course started.
Every one of the students (13 in total, Taylor somehow failed to
attend) was asked about our final thesis statement and our museum
trips and the four pieces of art we were going to use in the final
essays. A lot of other students were ambiguous and unclear about
their thesis, or they might be in strong position in favor of their
own thesis statements at first, then somehow found out that the
thesis statements were so flawed that they had either to change a
position or to find a whole new thesis statement all over again.
Mine was pretty good;
actually to be more complacent (more American), I'll say that mine
is probably the clearest among all of the thesis statements. I'm
very strong and positive in my position and I have strong evidences
in proving my position. While I was arguing with other students
with their positions (simply because the reasons they gave for
standing position were so confusing and didn't make sense), none of
them argued with me. Paul, who sat next to me during the class, was
trying to argue with me by saying that I misinterpreted Susan
Sontag's original meaning, thus I was arguing about the wrong
thing; but then I showed him the evidences that supported my
understanding of Susan Sontag's sentences, and he
"surrendered".
The homework for today's
class was to write a 6-8 pages of draft of the final essay, and to
bring 6 copies of the draft to class on Thursday.
WHHOOOAH.
A day for a 6-8 pages
essay? And with the finals coming for your other course?
I'm going to go
insane!!!
Next monday we'll get a
day off for Law and Psychology for preparing for the final exams,
and then Wednesday we'll have the in-class finals. On Thursday the
essay class will be over, and the summer school ends.
I try very hard to no
think about what will happen after that, because I simply don't
want to leave at all. Not because of the reason other people think,
which is that I have less work to do here than back to China, but
simply because I enjoy studying and living here, learning so many
things that I couldn't possibly learn in China, in ways that are
totally different from that back in my
homeland.
I somehow regret my own
decision of not working hard when I was in Junior Three and didn't
shoot for going to high school in the States. I won't say that I
don't enjoy my life in China, because all of my friends and my
families are all adorable and make my life in China very pleasant
in deed, but I feel like I can only make full use of my potential
when I'm in a more liberal and inspiring environment, either
academically or in daily life.
But it seems like there's
no other way for me to escape studying in a very tense and
suffocated school for the next two years. The only way I can
eventually go to a place in which I really fit is to study and work
extremely hard for the next two years.
I simply don't want to
think further, because that will make me feel more upset about the
fact that I'll leave this place so soon.
Go back to my essay. See
you.
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