Stuck in a Moment in a Classroom

I was sitting in Classroom A424, Academic Building No. 2, and having the very first lesson of the semester.

The new teacher, with the new course of Interpretation, bored me to tears. His shabby English recalled Xie Guoliang, and that moment, I wanted to laugh. Laugh till my essence and I were one, the kind of laugh that would have cured any disease on calender... Oh Henry Miller.

I was elevated to another level during the summer, with all the books, e-books news and blogs that I read, all the afternoon talks with Tao Yong, and all the blog posts I put up on my blog. Now that I was transferred back to this campus again, I could see how much I have progressed, compared to who I was two months ago.

Ever since last year I have entered this infinite upward spiral. In fact I can't mark any point in my life that I have move up a step, no. Does it even exist? I don't think so. I am actually so enthralled in the whole process that only when I have to stop my work and change environment (from home to school, school to home, what else can it be?) that I have time to realize that I have actually improved. And as it always seems to me, what an improvement!

Each summer or winter holiday I come to school, with the realization that the reading has not been in vein. And each time I get back home, I have the confidence that I will go back with a different person who left home last time.

I was so happy in this mood of realization that the teacher was no matter who, his talking no matter what.