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11月20日 Writing for writing's sake~Only to show that I am still alive.Sonnet 18 Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed And every fair from fair sometime declines By chance, or natures changing course untrimmed But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 11月10日 It CANNOT be! I have learnt that our writing master will not be teaching us next semester!
My heart is BROKEN!
His is the only class I look forward to every week in NJU.
He is a graduate from YALE! (By the way, his surname is Yang, which means he has at least some Chinese blood in his veins.)
He is teaching us writing not simply because he is a native, but because that he was major in English when he was in college, and knows how to teach writing--unlike the foreign teachers we usually meet with, who are only suitable for easy lessons like speaking.
His style of teaching is fantastic; he himself is as charming as it can be; and the things he has taught us are ABUSOLUTELY useful in writing.
Yet there is still so much too learn, and the damn school is robbing me of my chance of improving my writing!
Oh, it just CANNOT be!
I am already deadly jealous of the students from the other class who will be under his instructions next term.
Who knows whether they would be able to appreciate him or not. Most lucky galoots in my class do not.
I will have to figure out a way to get into the other class next tearm.
I cannot stand a whole semester without Alex.
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