It is now the evening of October 18, and I am writing these words in my new dormitory. Yes, I finally "got my wish" and changed dormitories in October. Although the improvement from the original environment is quite limited, it is still somewhat more comfortable, allowing me to endure it.
Speaking of the days in September, they cannot be considered a "good start" to my graduate career. On the contrary, this beginning can be described as impoverished, unbearable, and somewhat chaotic. At the beginning of September, I prepared a series of study, commuting, and fitness supplies, ready to embark on a life of working hard on research while maintaining good physical and mental health. However, many "unexpected incidents" occurred during this initial month. Fortunately, looking back on this series of events today, I can skip the tedious details and try to clearly present the causes, processes, results of the events, and my future plans. The cause of the events was that the boss subjected everyone to verbal attacks, which were neither light nor severe. I thought I could endure it, but everyone is different. Two fellow students, who had just arrived for the new semester, felt they could not bear it, leading to thoughts of transferring or dropping out. The result was that not long after, those thoughts became a reality, and the lively atmosphere quickly left me. Have I ever had similar thoughts? I have, but in the end, I felt I could hold on a bit longer, even though there were many things I couldn't change.
Actually, yesterday was my 23rd birthday. As I gradually experience the increase in age, I realize this is an unstoppable tide, like the time that once existed and now exists, or perhaps the two are the same. I want to thank Bao for the strawberry 🍓 cake and two snow princesses he gave me; they were particularly delicious, and more importantly, they gave my birthday a small sense of ceremony. Yesterday, I spent almost the entire day moving into the dormitory, and by dinner time, I was so hungry that my vision was blurry. The good news was that the boss invited us to his home for hot pot, so I indulged and ate heartily, not really participating in the table talk. Now that I think about it, that small talk might have contained some key information, but there’s no way to verify it now.
There is also an interesting thing to record here: a few days ago, I went for a walk along the shore of Lake D with fellow students C and Z, and we stumbled upon a pear tree laden with fruit. The pears on the tree were certainly out of reach, but there happened to be a fallen pear on the ground. Encouraged by C and Z, I took a small bite and realized that this pear was completely different from the ones I usually encounter. This is an ornamental pear, or rather, a wild, undomesticated pear. It has a very sour taste and a dry texture, which can be said to be quite unpalatable. However, I unexpectedly felt a surge of inexplicable excitement from deep within. Perhaps it was because, at that moment, I resonated with my primitive ancestors, feeling their experience of tasting such sour fruits thousands of years ago, which for them were rare "heavenly goods." I think I will cherish and appreciate the sweet and delicious fruits that humanity has domesticated even more.
That’s the summary for this month. More stories will be shared next time. Returning to the present, my courses and work have already started to "intensify."