Listen to My Inner Voice(Day3)

  When I was in high school, I began to read the Red Mansion for the first time. It turns out that I did not like it at all. I can't understand its language and I do not even have the patience to finish the first chapter. At the age of 22, I read the Red Mansion again and I was obsessed with it this time. I found the language is extremely beautiful and I was deeply impressed by these stories. The two main characters are my most favorite ones by now. This phenomenon proves that I have become more mature in mind.

  My college time was difficult to describe. I was guided by many conflicting things at the same time. I haven't had a consistent target during those four years. Getting coached for entering business world is of no use for me. Looking back, this experience was totally a shit. I was rather naive and stupid as a fresh college student. Briefly, I have achieved nothing outside my academic study.

  The library was my favorite place. It is sacred for me. I have come across a lot of interesting books there. I often felt blue for one reason or another. Whenever I was depressed looking for companion and comfort, I could always rely on those books who hardly failed me. They gave me calmness when I was anxious; they offered me belief when I doubted myself; they provided me spritual joy when I felt empty. I'm grateful for these books. They are my friends because they let me not feel lonely again. They are my teachers too because they have taught me so much on the subject of love. Two weeks ago, I bought a Kindle which allows me to get more closer to books. I can use it when I take the subway or the bus on which I am nearly bored to death before.

  Language is my major. I must be excellent at my major because I could only employ it to make a living in the future. I like buying new clothes and I will travel a lot abroad or at home which requires me to earn enough money. Making ends meet is not an easy job for me. More attention should be paid on it. I have a healthy lifestyle and my eating habits are good. By the way, I love oats so much. I just like one brand of oats and I don't add milk, honey or sugar on it. It seems strange to me that people around me do not like this flavor. Spicy food and fruits are not suitable for me because my belly is too vunerable to take them. I inherit this physcial flaw from my father who has the same symptoms. I can fall asleep easily no matter however noisy the environment is which I must thank my father too. It is obvious that I know myself pretty well so I don't need other people to help me in this respect.