我的天

I didn’t write in English for a long time. Today someone left a comment in my blog. It seemed she was very surprised and admired my English blog essays as diaries everyday a year ago. Before long I have sworn I would write in English again in here. Now, I am degenerated, I even don’t know how to make a sentence frequently. The biggest problem is my expression instead of my vocabulary. It’s the first time such situation comes to me.

The index photo is my little son. He was made in wood and plastic. The wood of making head and the body was come from the useless part of my wood model. The arms were made of the rest frame of my plastic ship model. Can you guess what are the legs made of? My gel ink core and the copper telephone wire join the part of my little son together. Making such kind of little toy is my interested. Every little thing can turn to be useful if direct in a right way. In this way, I like collecting plenty of little thing, because of this, my mother always murmur. Once some spirit comes to me, I will move ahead, just do it. During the process, you have to learn to solve the problem by your self. After the finished product comes out, my mother will nag me again, about what rubbish I have left and how dirty I have made. This is the necessary payment of creating.

The night before yesterday, I sent my translation of chapter 24 to my teacher. Right now, I have received his reply. I can feel his happiness because of my hard working. Maybe there’s only a few student finish that translation. It’s really an unthinkable job for them but not for me. The last year of this time, I have started my first translation. Nevertheless, every translation will be a total new challenge for me. Last year, maybe no one have noticed my work, however, now even though my translation was not so good, at least two people will read it.

I like DIY little thing by myself and others. My little son seemed roughness, but can you make it, have you ever thought about created such thing with your waste?

It’s time to fire! Time is now 18:00, there’s still 13 hours away, and then the last battle will begin! ARE YOU READY?! No matter what, fire as fierce as you can. You are not a soldier professionally that can’t be your excuse. You fight for nobody but yourself. You must keep your fame and then fire! I should be sure this must be my last battle, I couldn’t fall into this hell again next time, I hate is, hate the exam, hate this kind of English which I had to do my best to confront with endless question paper and countless "error". It must be my last battle which I can’t be lose, however, it seemed talking about it at this time were a little early, nevertheless, I want to show my ambition as a fighter. The soldier without confidence can’t win.

Once upon a time, I was the hope of everyone; however, I lost their heart in the last battle of my childhood. But now, I’m arming in the edge of battle field again. Whether I would be the death or survivor，that’s still a question. Till now, I have taken on as many weapons as I can, why I can’t win? I want to survive and win; I should reach the golden medal of this battle, for I have devoted a lot, including time and energy. If I’m dead, who else can still instead?!

I’m really frightening. Nobody will feel happy in front of horrible battle. To be or not to be, that’s the question, however, it’s more easy for me to answer than Hamlet, because I the controller of my fate. I have done what I could do, then what can I be afraid.

The nightmare is coming, and the battle will begin not far away.

Now, I’m ready!

This is high pressure steam sterilizer, which I have to use in sterilizing during the biology class. This one seemed better than ours in SCAU microbiology lab. Next time I must write down where they came from and how long have they served. The shape and the color are terrible, and the method of using they are also out of date. The way you operate most of them is a manual work, at first you should control when to deflate that’s because we must sure the air in the sterilizer have gone and there’s only vapor inside, in this way, we can make the temperature in 0.105MPa is 121℃, and just in this temperature the microbe would die.

This morning, our teacher asked my partner to look after the sterilizer and service for all classmates. I don’t know why the teacher ask nobody but her to finish such kinds of mission, maybe our teacher really hope all the people in his class can earn something useful after that. However, my partner went to search her information about her searching class, and I became the one beyond the sterilizer and worked for my class. I’d happy to do that, yet, maybe I have done a wrong thing, for I robbed the opportunity of others which they would reap something. Maybe sterilizing with that antique was very boring, nevertheless, it control the result of all the experiment. Though doing this seems waste of our time, and if nobody did it how our experiment could continue. I don’t think I could be careless in this process, in hence, I did this thing again and again.

Some of my classmates don’t like microbiology experiment, but can anyone tell me what’s wrong with it? Why can’t they enjoy when they have a good teacher? I have the same feeling just as the essay I have written yesterday about my chemistry teacher in middle school.

I am not the God, and even though I’m the God I can’t control the feeling of others. They have their freedom to decide what their favor is, the only thing I could do was give them some suggestion. Why not enjoy the experiment, though some processes of them are really boring. In my opinion, once the first step you walk on the road of science, you should know clearly that you should have preparation for doing some boring thing and repeat the same step again and again with no result.

Now, I have been ready!

I don’t know what I should put as the title picture today, so now I choose nothing instead.

Before today, I had known it must be a hard time, because we should spend more than 10 hours in it. We had heard that the experiment of the competitive one of Food Chemistry was terrible than any one we had met. The experiment started at 8:30 AM, and after about 5:00 PM, our team finished and left that horrible place. Even at that time, there were still some groups continuing their experiment. Yet it has better than I thought, at least we could come back to dormitory before the sunset. We never stopped for a minutes except having our lunch.

This is the only way if you want to do something in science. You should have competition with time, once you lose the best time; you have lost the whole battle.

The teacher is a male. For the first sight, I felt he just liked a father, and don’t know how to express him very well, maybe that’s because he was not good at speaking mandarin as my father’s level. He said a lot at the very beginning, and many people almost fell asleep during that time, however, I didn’t. What he had said was useful, nevertheless, my classmates haven’t paid attention to, and I felt a little regret for them. They really let a good chance went pass by them.

Today I realized fishy smell that I never felt when I was eating in the past. That kind of smell I won’t’ forget all my life. When I was doing the grinding, the fishy smell rushes into my nose and chisel in my brain. How terrible smell it was!

In short, even though it was a little hard and tired for me, yet I really reaped meaningful experience from such kinds of experiment.

I didn’t get up until 11:00 AM this morning. This is the only morning I have no class in working day, and can you imagine how happy I was last night. I felt I should thank someone and remember such kind of experience which could tell me how fortune that I could study at school in that classroom and just focus on the knowledge the teacher said. It’s difficult for the people who have to work and study in weekend or evening school. When I felt I was tired in class I should bring this in mind, I’m sure that must be efficiency.

CET-4 is coming. I just have about a month and a half, and then I would have the battle. Meanwhile I will begin model test tomorrow, and from then on each English class in Tuesday I am to be having such kinds of model test which is familiar to CET-4. I know, I haven’t prepared well now, when I did the really test paper of CET-4 in the past few years, all my nightmare came out. My errors came out endless, hence I really feel a little afraid now, for my goal of CET-4 was not just passing it but getting a better result.

Maybe I was not in the valley of my English, my English in middle school was far more terrible than now, however, in that time, I had excuse that I was taught by a irresponsible teacher, yet now, all the bad results was made by myself…

Without pressure can’t be hero, therefore we should live in pressure. Though in this way we would miss a lot of beautiful sunrise, you should understand lost the time in bed just will leave regret when you are old. In my opinion, if you are strong enough, why you would still afraid that little pressure from outside?