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Not luhy poem thi time, hehe. Jut want to write omething now that the time ha come for enior tudent to leave their college for good.
The pace before the enior' dorm building look like junkyard with ued article and back iue cattered in free tyle, and rubbih collector apparantly having found their hunting ground. Van pulled up near the dorm to deliver the luggage for the graduate, and worker from the pot office were buy proceing the delivery procedure. Thoe green van with the white word "China Pot" added to the general mood of going to a place- whether it i hometown or the place of job- far from thi college where 4 mot preciou year of one' life i pent. Air mail, railway or van, there i no more place in thi college for your belonging-and no more place for you.
The uually chaotic occer field wa relatively quiet thee day, with only mall group of people cutting forlorn figure. The other day a I wa leaving the pitch, I heard one guy peak to another" So thi i our lat time kicking a ball here." " Ye, it ended jut o fat". Out of the blue, my heart felt jerked by a forceful hand at their plain poken word. Each of my hot at the goal, pa of the ball, and liding tackle ruhed back in a tranfixing flah-in one year' time I will be me who et hi feet on thi exciting tretch of gra again in what will be my final pilgrimage to thi acred ground. Why there i an end to all good thing?[由www.hAozuowEn.com整理]
Holding each other tight were lover who were ready( were they actually ready?) to go their eparate way in a couple of day. Looking at them made me hare with their adne and bring me face to face with the cruel fact love CAN'T conquer all. I don't know whom I will be with come the lat day of my college life, or maybe I will pend it all by myelf, after all my friend here have left, without a girl to ay a heart-felt good-bye to, and hed a tear for.
The night were unexpectedly quiet thee day, a I wa looking forward fervently to an alcohol-fuelled riot or ome vandalim to leave the chool adminitration in no doubt how thee longet-uffering victim feel about their performance. On the contrary, there in't much noticeable difference even though there wan't a ban on alcohol drinking in any form or hape. I think the probelm i they are intitutionalized, having grown numb to the diparity between what they wanted and what they ended up with. They topped caring about making a change when reality changed them. Actually i can feel thi reignation lipping into my heart after three year of painful diilluion, being fed up with bullhit and training to be a conformit.
Thi aid, I plan to jut get on with what my final college year ha in tore for me and try to find a decent job and make good for what I lot during the four year, like my true elf.
Farewell, thoe who are going to walk out of the campu for the lat time a if you had never tepped into it. I really want to ay more to you, but word fail me. I do feel omething deep in my heart about thi time of profound tranition, to name it, however, i not going to work. Or do I really care about it and i it jut I am uppoed to react in ome way to all thi emotional graduation thing? Oh, my God, am I topping to care?!What' the heck!
Thank you for bearing with me, now treat yourelf to omething le boring!