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.