I really do appreciate what I am doing right now. Sitting in an air-conditioned room, typing on the computer, waiting for dinner to be served. All of my nerves are entirely relaxed, and I can once again feel my breaths soothed and happened with regularity. There aren't many chances for me to enjoy my time doing whatever I want, especially after high school started. As soon as this semester began, my life was crammed with all kinds of chemistry-related problems. The competition was held yesterday; I won't say it's easy because it's obviously the opposite, but I'm glad that I've done my best and as for the result, I'm not expecting too much. My parents once criticized my lassitude in the study of chemistry, or to be more specific, the preparation for the competition. I can see it clearly how hard-working my fellow group mates are, they have been working much harder in chemistry than I have for the past one year, and they are also very diligent in preparing for the competition. Usually there are only one to three (at most) students in junior year who can make the second round, and there are twelve people in chemistry group. I'm definitely not the top three. However I didn't give up; I prepared for the competition as hard as I could. I asked my mom to take me to one of the experts in organic chemistry and who was among those organizing the competition. The training didn't help much though; the organic chemistry part of this year's competition is extremely difficult. Most of my classmates didn't get it right, and they were all complaining about spending too much time reviewing the irrelevant contents that hadn't been tested.

   I think it's because I haven't been expecting too much that I don't complain at all. It's only a competition, eight pieces of paper, eleven chemistry problems. Whether you have learned the relevant or the irrelevant contents, they are knowledge after all, and they must be useful in one way or another in future references. I can feel my passion for chemistry during my week-long preparation for the exam, that's why I added "love chemistry" into my minilog name.

   After the test was over, my badminton training started. I was so pissed at first, because I was so exhaused and torn down after the competition, but my mom dragged me out of my bed after a fifteen minute rest, and forced me to go to the training. All of my previous coaches and partners in the club are gone; I can only see strangers. Our new coach, a young lady who wore the team shirt for our school badminton team, is kind and patient. The way we are trained is altered. We used to keep the running and other physical training until the very end of the class; now we have them before every other type of training. We are already very tired by the time the real training starts, and that makes keeping focused in the training extremely hard. I haven't been practising for almost two weeks, which is the main reason why I can't keep up with the training. My muscles sore like hell.

   But what came after the badminton was great: I went shopping with my parents and we went back to our real home. The apartment inside my school doesn't feel like home, it's only a place for me to live in; the apartment in Datang is the real home. I can't really articulate why but that's the case. I am overjoyed every time I find out it's time to go back home.

   Today is Mid-Auturm Festival, and my family went to Mount Dafu together. I haven't hung out with my parents for a long time; it's a brief review for what we used to experience. The trip was amazing, and we didn't go back home until three in the afternoon. We biked all the way inside the part, and we napped a little bit in the shades of willows by the river. We had a great time.

   After dinner it's time to go back to school, which hurts my brain.

   But what else can I do? I'm a student and there are so many tasks in front of me. No way to evade from all those.

   Time to say goodbye to happy and cheerful time.