Walking in a heavy fall of snow.

Staying at home for nearly two days, I decided to go out and had a walk although snow was still falling. After putting on thick clothes, hat, and gloves, I went outside. I thought these thick clothes could prevent me from the cold weather. However, I was wrong. The cold wind blowing snow fluttering in the sky was freezing. I felt cold air go through my clothes; nevertheless, I didn’t go back, for I saw footprints stepped on the ground not long ago. I looked around and witnessed a man making a snowman. I, shivering, could not stop in one place for long. I started to walk again. Just when passing a crossing, I noticed a jeep stop working. The driver trying to restart the jeep wondered why that could happen. As soon as going out of the jeep, he knew the reason. I continued to walk. Two magpies, fluttering their wings, flew across my sight. Although curious, I had to walk forward. I told God the unfair thing that men dressing thick clothes shivered in the cold wind, whereas magpies wearing no clothes flew freely and fearlessly in the sky. God counterclaimed that men could live in warm house while magpies had to suffer the cold wind. Finally I arrived my destination--co-op. It was warm inside the company. I didn’t shiver anymore and start to shop.

My favorite computer game

My favorite computer game is chess. When I am playing chess with others on the Internet, I totally immerse myself in the game and forget everything else. Chess is so fascinating to me because chess embodies many philosophies of real life.

First, chess symbolizes to march forward towards your goals. If I am playing chess, it is obvious that I will dedicate to killing the emperor of my opponent. Therefore, all of my soldiers should aim at the goal and advance courageously

However, sometimes marching forward is not smooth. At that point, defending well is necessary, for the enemies are not so stupid that they won’t place any obstacle before your soldiers. They usually design lots of traps for your soldiers. Furthermore, they are peeping at your royal palace all the time. They could attack at any time, so removing interior weaknesses and strengthen the power of your kingdom in advance are guarantees of final success. As somebody once said that defending well equaled to attacking.

Patience is imperative to play chess well. You can imagine how hard for competitors to decide just one movement of the piece when competitors are trapped into stalemate, because a small neglect is enough to lead to the failure of the whole competition. Under that circumstance, it is a good test of competitors’ capability of preciseness of reaction and endurance.

I like chess because chess embodies life philosophies that include marching towards your goals, strengthening the power of yourself in advance, and being patient all the time. All of these are the keys to success.

My high school
I open my album today, and I see the group pictures of graduating classes in 2006 that lead me to recall my high school. My high school is Da Qing experimental school. The area of our school is not smaller than that of U of C. There are several main buildings that locate on campus. They are the teaching building, the experimental building, dormitory, gym, and the dinning hall. The teaching building is the biggest building. It has 11 floors. The lowest 4 floors are for classrooms. My grade has 30 classes, so you can imagine how many classroom there are in the teaching building. In the center of the teaching building, there is a bright and broad hall. The sunshine goes through the glass roof and lights every corner of the hall. Many students enjoy communicating with each other while they are entertaining themselves with the warmth and brightness of the hall. The teaching building, the dinning hall, and the dormitory are three places to which I go necessarily every day. Where I appreciate most, however, is our playground, for there are 32 basketball backboards and a modern 400 meters lap. There is not a day that I don’t exercise there, and so do my classmates.


All of us have ten classes every day except Sunday. Every class lasts 40 minutes. Then there will be a 10 minutes break before the next class starts. I usually take advantage of the break time to have a walk. There are 60 students in our class. The classroom seems so small. Our seats are squeezed together tightly. My condition is a little better, for I sit in the back row that contains the least students of all the rows. We study 6 different kinds of main courses totally. All of these courses are in our everyday schedule; therefore, we are usually left with piles of assignments after the day classes. We do our assignments in the night classes from 6:30 pm to 10:30 pm. I return to the dormitory at 10:30. Some of the aspiring students may study till late night. However, not all the students who achieve high marks study till the late night. They must own some strategic methods of studying and study efficiently.

The motto of our school is excavating every student’s potentiality that can be an incomparably huge power that is buried deeply. Every Monday our headmaster announces the school motto in his summary of last week when the ritual of raising national flag and singing national song is finished. I cannot forget the grand scene that all students stand in straight lines and rows listening to the headmaster’s speech. My high school enriches my mind with abundant useful knowledge and tells me much of the philosophy of life. I miss my high school much.

Presentation

One of the most important activities for the speaking and listening class is presentation, for presentation trains English learners the abilities of expressing themselves fluently, transmitting ideas clearly, showing body language properly, listening to speakers attentively and taking notes effectively. Each of my classmates has had two presentations so far in this term. The first presentation was just commonplace; however, the second presentation was exciting and interesting because the class room was fully equipped with all kinds of device that were used to track and record every detail of each person’s presentation. It was the first time for some of us to face the lens directly; therefore, somehow we appeared unnaturally. As a matter of fact, everybody paid so much attention to his or her presentation that we acted differently from how we usually did. We did not realize those differences until we watched our records on TV. It is really funny to look back upon our body language. Where to place hands and feet and how to use hands and feet in the presentation become problems. Should we put hands in the pockets, relax hands at our sides, just hold pieces of paper, or scratch hair, ear, or nose all the time? Should we incline towards one side, dance with our feet, or just stand straightly? In my opinion, there is not an unchangeable body language that can be perfect in a presentation; however, focusing on displaying varying gesture too much makes audience feel uncomfortable. The best method to present maybe just act as naturally as we do in the ordinary days, for usually the natural way shows most beautiful.

That English is not advanced results in Chinese leaning English hard.

Chinese has a history of five thousand years, whereas English is born in less than one thousand years; therefore, it is inevitable that English has some disadvantage when it compares with Chinese. The disadvantage of English restricts people to use English flexibly. Not only Chinese but also native English speakers must deliberate for a long time and revise again and again before finally compose a satisfactory essay. The disadvantage of English is the reason why Chinese learn English hard.

That English is not advanced leads to countless long and fixed English phrases. Since poor English words are not able to transmit exact and full meanings to readers, some of the single words are bound up to form phrases; furthermore; transitions and infinitives are added to sentences. Long and fixed English phrases are complemented in English because of the disadvantage of English.

That English is not advanced results in a great many confusing tenses. In English paragraphs, word tenses constantly change from one to another while there is not any tense for Chinese words. That is because English is not so advanced that it can describe matters without the help of tenses. People must use different tenses to describe the things that happen in the different time. A great many of confusing word tense is the result of English being not advanced.

That English is not advanced results in complex sentence structure. Due to the fact that there are not enough narrative and descriptive adjectives in English, people have to invent adjective clause as a supplement of adjectives. For another example, because of the special position in a sentence, a shout sentence has to be changed into the noun form so as to form a noun clause. English is not advanced; as a consequence, there are complex sentence structures that are used in English.

Long and fixed phrases, confusing word tense, and complex sentence structures result from the fact that English is not advanced. These disadvantage results in Chinese learning English hard, for Chinese, who are used to the superior language, are difficult to adapt to the inferior and complex one. Maybe as years passing by, English will evolve into a language that is as superior as Chinese and become easier for Chinese to learn.

I am aware that it is an offense to native English speakers and hereby certify that all statements in this paragraph are not real. As a matter of fact, English is another kind of beautiful language besides Chinese. Although it is hard for writers to write English essays, it is easy for readers to understand them.

Fluffy snow floated in the cold wind. There was no hope that the snow would stop. I had to sit in my little room with my computer. The only interesting I could do was surfing the Internet. I was usually empty-handed after surfing the Internet; however, yesterday I enjoyed myself so much. The god is equal. He deprived of my liberty of going out, so he compensated me other kinds of joy. In fact, I not only received education but also enjoyed a big feast for eyes when I was surfing a website of a gymnast named Irishok. She grew up under a circumstance of encouragement. At the beginning of her sports life she was called a talent that she could do everything in order to really achieve. She had hard early years of training. The training condition was very bad. There was no carpet but rubbers surface with school children’s spits and cigarette ends; moreover, the gym was damn and cold. However, gymnastics were magnetic to her. She worked on routine everyday. Soon she got some good results. She was then trained specially in some new places that were in good conditions. Her skills were developed by leaps and bounds, and she won more and more prizes, yet she confronted new problems. She was over aged to some low competition levels and needed to “fight” with stronger rivals so as to reach higher levels; furthermore, the competition rules changed continuously, which she had to adapt herself to. Nevertheless, she was determined and kept working hard. She satisfied both spectators and judges in a Russian tournament by showing stagecraft: “snake”, “cat”, “spirit”, which met all the requirements of modern rhythmic gymnastics. From then on, she was always first in almost every competition, and no one could beat her. Apart from her superiority in sports, she was a noble-minded person too. That was one of her famous saying, “People, it is so good to live with god in the heart and create with him. This source is ever living. It is endless as well as there is no limit for perfection…” She was called “girl-ice breaker” who broke “blocks of ice” of people’s cruelty. Her beauty and grace and performances of spirit and inspiration affected millions and millions of people.

If you are interested in her sports life, visiting http://www.irishok.ru/ is a good choice; furthermore, there are lots of fantastic pictures which demonstrate a female’s exceedingly graceful and flexible body and extraordinarily gentle and tender characters which you can never believe or imagine unless you really see them.

Enjoy the banquet for eyes. He, he, he.

Looking out of my window into sky, I saw an aircraft flying across and leaving two straight lines of white smoke. Soon, the plane disappeared, and the smoke vanished. I was stiffen to stand besides my window for a long time because I knew mum and dad were sitting in an airplane like that one. They must go back at that time; otherwise, they would lose their jobs in china. Furthermore, there were lots of troublesome things that they had to deal with. Neither of them could buck the tide. I regained consciousness finally. I walked around my house to make sure they had left me. I still remembered that we had dinner together just the night before. The scene that we three got off the international plane and set first step on the land of Canada remained fresh in my mind. I could hardly believe how time flied, in the twinkling of an eye, they flied back to China. They had attempted to work in many different places during the days in Canada, yet none of the work they had could match with their job in China. I opened the fridge and saw that it was filled with food that my parents prepared for me. I looked into cabinet. Neatly placed plates and bowls came into my sight. I put my head into the wardrobe and saw all my clothes were arranged in order. I had never reflected before on how my parents considered everything for me. I was wondering all the time why my parents always introduced me to their friends, and why they request that I observe life and learn from life. Now I eventually understood. As a matter of fact, they were paving road for me so that I would come across as little trouble as possible later on. They cared about and looked after me so secretly that I attributed all my success to myself in the past. I found I could hardly even move one step further without them. How to manage money, how to establish the relationship between my roommate and I, whether or not I should work, etc. were blank to me. Now I realized that I was just a flower that grew in the greenhouse or one little bird that never flied out of the cage. That I bragged of learning and that I boasted myself an able man in the old days made me feel guilty at present. I wanted to call my parents via wind, “oh, mum and dad, I still sit in my little room. I shut my eyes, waiting. I dream of you both and ache for you to come back. Every moment I think of you and record the good time with you. Missing you is driving me crazy. I am alone and feel empty. I can only hope that you deal with all the things in China smoothly.” He he. Although many people regarded me as a person who had no feeling, I was indeed emotional sometime. Bravely my parents planted a “seed” in the land of Canada; however, the “seed” never experienced the blow of wind and the beat of rain. Whether would the “seed” grew to a tall or not? Fortunately, my parents bestowed a clever mind on me. I was a “seed” that was endowed with intelligence; therefore, whatever new things would happen later on, I could just ask my head what to do. With the last exhortation of four words: security, health, diligence, caution, my parents walked out of the door. Watching them becoming smaller and smaller, I remembered an old saying, “while there is a will, there is a way.”

Looking out of my window into sky, I saw an aircraft flying across and leaving two straight lines of white smoke. Soon, the plane disappeared, and the smoke vanished. I was stiffen to stand besides my window for a long time because I knew mum and dad were sitting in an airplane like that one. They must go back at that time; otherwise, they would lose their jobs in china. Furthermore, there were lots of troublesome things that they had to deal with. Neither of them could buck the tide. I regained consciousness finally. I walked around my house to make sure they had left me. I still remembered that we had dinner together just the night before. The scene that we three got off the international plane and set first step on the land of Canada remained fresh in my mind. I could hardly believe how time flied, in the twinkling of an eye, they flied back to China. They had attempted to work in many different places during the days in Canada, yet none of the work they had could match with their job in China. I opened the fridge and saw that it was filled with food that my parents prepared for me. I looked into cabinet. Neatly placed plates and bowls came into my sight. I put my head into the wardrobe and saw all my clothes were arranged in order. I had never reflected before on how my parents considered everything for me. I was wondering all the time why my parents always introduced me to their friends, and why they request that I observe life and learn from life. Now I eventually understood. As a matter of fact, they were paving road for me so that I would come across as little trouble as possible later on. They cared about and looked after me so secretly that I attributed all my success to myself in the past. I found I could hardly even move one step further without them. How to manage money, how to establish the relationship between my roommate and I, whether or not I should work, etc. were blank to me. Now I realized that I was just a flower that grew in the greenhouse or one little bird that never flied out of the cage. That I bragged of learning and that I boasted myself an able man in the old days made me feel guilty at present. I wanted to call my parents via wind, “oh, mum and dad, I still sit in my little room. I shut my eyes, waiting. I dream of you both and ache for you to come back. Every moment I think of you and record the good time with you. Missing you is driving me crazy. I am alone and feel empty. I can only hope that you deal with all the things in China smoothly.” He he. Although many people regarded me as a person who had no feeling, I was indeed emotional sometime. Bravely my parents planted a “seed” in the land of Canada; however, the “seed” never experienced the blow of wind and the beat of rain. Whether would the “seed” grew to a tall or not? Fortunately, my parents bestowed a clever mind on me. I was a “seed” that was endowed with intelligence; therefore, whatever new things would happen later on, I could just ask my head what to do. With the last exhortation of four words: security, health, diligence, caution, my parents walked out of the door. Watching them becoming smaller and smaller, I remembered an old saying, “while there is a will, there is a way.”

When I was young, my primary teachers demanded that I sit straight, put hand hands behind my back and listen to her attentively. When I was young, my parents requested that I finish all assignment on time, ask teachers if I have questions, and get high mark in the exam. When I was young, my friends advised that I make more friends, play with them, and be happy all the time. Now I have grown up. I entered a university. Still, many people said to me that it was crucial that I listen to them and conform to their words. Because of their statements of urgency, I was more or less affected by their vital demand. The present I am the result of the constant modification of many years. Maybe I was born to be a cylinder, then, as years went by, I changed to a cubic. I am still changing greatly now because a sculptor named Jeannie is deliberating how to sculptor me a model of university student. Jeannie really concentrated on working on me, for I could feel that she cut off my sharp edges. I didn’t have the habit of organizing myself, didn’t like to finish all of the assignment., and neglected small matters. She never tolerated my defects. She just tried her best to cut them off. She insisted that I buy many binders and organize all my staff well and put them into different binders. She urged that I listen to her attentively and finish all of the assignment on time. She requested that I improve handwriting. Although she cut me hard, it was not easy for her to accomplish her task because I was a hard stone, and I blunted her knives. She was angry and used a harmer and a tack to chisel my defects. She was patient and never gave up. No matter how hard I was, I was just a stone but not iron. I began shaping myself in the way that Jeannie wished. She arranged one on one meeting with me for several times. She demanded that I obey her. She also reminded that how imperative it is that I adjust to university, and not university adjust to me. I apologized again and again and promised her to correct my errors. She said it was all right that I corrected my bad habits now because nobody would advise me when I formally entered the professors’ courses. Sun rises and descends. Jennie is sculpting Bob a university student.

The university examination rules are so strict that it really takes me some time to accept all of them. The penalties of violation of some of these rules can even cause suspension or expulsion. These penalties are so severe that they can destroy a person’s prospect thoroughly. It is not easy for every student nowadays because every student aims at his or her goals, engages in his or her studying, and makes great effort in overcoming academic problems and climbing the scientific mountains. Receiving these penalties is no other than cutting off the ropes which students are pulling hard in order to climb up. The result is obvious that the students whose ropes are cut fall down to the deepest bottom of canyons and are never able to return. Even though those less severe punishment won’t make such destruction as the sever ones, they still can bury one’s dreams, end one’s glorious past, and burden one with heavy psychological debt, for every person knows that there must be an “f” that follows the cancellation of the final exam; furthermore, if one is regarded as a person who likes cheating or ever cheated, how can he or she be accepted or tolerated by other students and make friends with others; thus, the one who cheat once by mistake must bear the pressures from both failure of courses and isolation. These pressures can easily knock down almost every person.
As for penalties, I prefer Chinese examination rules that never prescribe that cheating can result in suspension or expulsion. Students cannot be cancelled their exams unless exact evidence is found, such as cheating notes. As a matter of fact, there is no time to cheat in almost every determinative exam, such as college entrance exams. In addition, the students who depend on cheating to get marks are the worst students. Even though they cheat, still their marks are very low; therefore, penalties of cheating in Chinese exams are not so severe as those in Canadian exams.
Anyway, now that university examination rules have been prescribed and can’t be changed, I’d better take care and follow these rules all the time although I think that some of these rules are a little fussy, for I don’t want to be a student who is intolerable to others, and I value my future much despite the fact that there may not any brilliant point in my future. I also hope that you guys never violate examination rules or receive penalties and march towards your goals smoothly.

Scott is a special teacher

Teachers are architects of human souls. Every person will meet lots of teachers during his or her lifetime and be educated by them; however only these teachers who own special characters left deep impressions on their students. Scott is one of these special teachers, for he worked so hard, was enthusiastic in class, and kept his students in mind all the time.

Scott was a very hard working man in that he returned every assignment of his students’ on time no matter how difficult to finish correcting all of the students’ papers was; furthermore, he engaged in getting his PHD. Once, he got up at five o’clock in the morning in order to finish correcting students’ essays. He got up so early that he was out of himself that day and said by mistake that he would return his students’ final exam papers, whereas he should return students’ essays; nevertheless, he was so happy and satisfied with himself because he eventually finished correcting all the assignments. He once told students that he was so happy to move into a new office where he could concentrate on studying PHD in a quiet corner, and that he studied three hours each time. What a hard working man he was!

Scott was especially enthusiastic in his classes, for he was easily excited and brought all parts of his body into play. He would congratulated to students by saying “bing bing bing bing” as long as students got the right answers to his questions. It seemed as if he himself answered right. All of his students remembered clearly that Scott was extremely excited during the chapter of gender and sex. He approached students like a chimpanzee and even knelt down so as to explain the word koutou. No one could think out why he was so enthusiastic in his classes, but he indeed was.

Another special character of Scott was that he kept students in mind all the time. He was worried when students didn’t do their homework; moreover, he gave students extra free tutoring every Wednesday. He often seemed to ask students questions casually; as a matter of fact, he checked that whether or not students did their homework. Whenever he found that students didn’t do their homework, he was worried and urged students doing homework by reminding them that quizzes were coming. From students’ assignments he knew that students were still confused about some grammar, so he gave extra tutoring to students and cleared their mist. He called it “Wednesday with Scott”. He must consider his students all the time; otherwise, he wouldn’t be worried about students or offer them extra help.

Working so hard, being enthusiastic in classes, and keeping students in mind all the time were three factors that made Scott a very special teacher. He not only left deep impressions on his students but also became a model for students. Maybe some of his students would become teachers some day. They would learn from their special teacher and carry on his special characters.

How were your days in long weekend, I can imagine that Scott was having a nice turkey meal with his family. I am sure that anyone of you had a wonderful day with your family and enjoyed a big feast. You must also do some your favourite sports; or immerse yourself in video games; or make yourself a coach potato and be happy with a fantastic TV show; or drive to a beautiful park with your friends and have a great barbeque; or go shopping with your girl friend and had a sweet time; or do some other interesting and romantic things which I can’t imagine. But don’t tell me that you spent days in doing your homework, because the annual Thanks Giving Day will pass meaninglessly. I had a special holiday, for I didn’t spend holiday with anyone except myself. One of my uncles drove my mother and father to his house, and they told me to come to his house by bus after I finished shopping. So I followed their direction and went by c-train. I got down at Lions Park and started waiting my bus. However the bus never came. A man sat beside me checked the timetable of my bus by telephone and told me that there was no bus on that day. I went insane as soon as I heard what he said. A train to downtown had just departed. I quickly made a big decision that I would go back home on foot, for I didn’t want to shiver in cold weather waiting any more. I went along one broad street, but I still felt cold. Why didn’t I take this chance to have an exercise and warm myself up as well? When I considered this I started jogging home. An hour later, I finally arrived home when telephone rang. My mother inquired me for not coming and said that many Chinese families gathered there were enjoying wonderful dinner. I told her that I would make myself a big feast. I baked three big pieces of unleavened pancakes, cooked two courses of dishes, and stewed a pork leg. Two hours later, all things were well done. I opened the lid of cooking pot. The pork leg was so sweet-smelling and appetizing. My empty stomach deserved to be filled up with something good while others were enjoying their delicious meals in holiday. I swallowed up a quarter of the pork leg and a dish of vegetables. With my extended ball stomach, I lay down on my bed with a satisfactory sigh and took a good nap until my parents came back and woke me up.

I was trying my best to adept to the custom in Canada better and better. I had changed my habits that were in the past greatly. For example, I used to get up at six o’clock and go to bed at 11 o’clock everyday when I was in high school. And usually took a nap in the noon. It was one of the regulations of our school. If you didn’t get out or come back dormitories on time, you would be punished and left a record on your personal dossier. So when the morning bell rang, everyone got up; put on clothes; made a quilt and tidied bed as soon as possible; when the evening bell rang, everyone hurried up to brush teeth, get hot water to wash feet and clothes. The poor guy on duty had to spend time in cleaning floor too. We did this work in turn. If you were in the porch, you could see everybody was almost running. However things has changed since I came to Canada. Our class started at twelve o’clock. It forced me canceling my nap in noon. Then, in order not be tired in the day, my biological clock assigned my nap time to my night sleep time. So I got up much later than before—average a quarter to eight every day. My sleeping time change directly resulted in my meals change. I had three meals a day in the past. But now, my breakfast was postponed to nine o’clock, so I felt no hunger any more in the noon. But my stomach yelled when I finished school and went back home. So I sat in front of table and start swallowing the food my mother cooked for me. I stayed besides table for a long time and ate continuously. My mother was curious and asked me, “Is the food delicious?” I replied to her, “The same as before, I just force myself taking in the same amount of food in two meals instead of three. Everything about my daily life changed a lot, what annoyed me most was that my English didn’t change much. What should I do? What should I do? Everyone who answer me, 100$ at first. He he he.

Since I came to Canada, it has been very difficulty to have exercises any more. Because my house is near downtown, there is no play ground near my house. The nearest place for exercising is those bicycle roads along the Bow River. But it still takes me 15 minutes to get there. And there will be little time left for me to exercise. I just curl at home after school is over and read some books. All the days are same. I guess I will become a real penguin reader soon. I remember those good days in which I played with my friends in china. Whenever I went to the playing ground that was right besides the building of my home, I could join one basketball team and enjoyed myself in playing basketball. Because we were all ardent competitor, and we all emerged ourselves in the game. When a person threw in a wonderful ball, the audiences all around the ground wound give them big applause and cheers, and he would of course became the super star of that day. I used to dream to become a star too, but nobody appreciated my poor skill. However I really felt that I was confident and energetic at that time, and I usually played until my sweater was all wet by sweat. Having compared those old days and new days, I feel urge to buy a bicycle, and god really sent me one, for I spent 30 $ buying a second hand bike which was in good condition last Sunday. I was so excited that I couldn’t help myself trying it on. So I risked my bike along the Bow River on Monday. I drove in fastest speed of my capacity, because I eventually found time to release myself from those boring days. I drove so fast that I could hear wind passing me quickly. I was enjoying the beautiful scenery of tall trees and golden fallen leaves when the road in front of me suddenly turned right in almost a right angle. Although I realized what had happened and turned right abruptly, I couldn’t control my bike any more, and it threw me to the ground. My arms and legs were hurt, and I had to curl at home for at least three days to recover.

It’s very inconvenient to live in Calgary without a car. I often get into trouble by just go by buses and C-train.. I have to get out of room one hour earlier everyday, then I must take the right bus to downtown and then I have to walk to the C-train station and wait again until the train came. If the bus come a little earlier or the right train arrive later I will not come to class on time unless I go out of home early enough. Sometimes I need to do shopping to buy some food, I find it very difficult to get to the destination, because one bus usually can arrive directly, I have to transfer one another and finally reach the destination. Every time I go shopping I must bring back a lot of package and they are very have heavy to carry. Especially when I am wait a bus comes every half an hour, I became anxious and feel the packages become heavier and heavier and I usually feel that the people driving in cars are laughing at me—oh, look at that miserable guy standing there. However if I had a car, things will greatly changed, I can throw all these burden onto the back of my car and drive home, maybe I can also enjoy a piece of music during the journey. The worst thing travelling by bus is that sometime you go on the wrong bus but you really don’t know that. once I go on the bus 20 which drive me to the opposite direction, because I never read the destination on the screen of a bus and I think it’s useless for me to do that because in my mind if a bus goes for one direction then the bus goes for the different deriction should go on opposite side of the road, but it’s an exception in our school, buses 20 to both destinations goes in one side of road. And once I go by bus 73, but it didn’t stop at the station near my home. So I have to take one more hour to get back to downtown by C—train. It is very inconvenient for one to know all these transit rules, I always dream that one day I could have a car.

hello,i am a new comer to this new city, but i like this place very much.

first and foremost, i think the people here are very friendly to everyone even to a strenger they never met before. the people here will say hello to you and greet you when they meet you. if you have any problem such as where the building is you want to go or how to work out a hard academic question, they will try their best and be enthusiamto help you.

secondly, i think the environment here in very beautiful and breathtaking. compare to the gray sky and bad smell because of the resease subject from many cars and factory, the sky here is blue, the air here is fresh in that the residents here plant a lot grass and protect the trees well. the grant senery also attracts many birds and small animals, thus put in vigor to the city.

last but not the least, i think there are lots of opportunities here to get a good job. the city of calgary needs a large quantity of workers and technic engineer to build and work for itself. so this gives a big ground to the graduate to show their talent.

for these reasons above i love this new city.