Just a few days away from my departure. My boxes were shipped and my room is mostly packed up now. As I am getting ready to leave Evanston, I find it very difficult to believe that I have already spent four years at Northwestern. I still remember so clearly how excited I was when I first set foot on campus on my 18th birthday — I had seen so many gorgeous pictures of Northwestern in all the brochures that the Admission Office sent me, and when I was finally here, everything just looked so much better than the pictures.
Farewell, Meade Lab!
I couldn’t find words to describe my love and appreciation for the Meade Lab, so I made a music video. 🙂
Window
Back in Evanston. I am sitting in front of my French window, looking at the glittering lake and listening to the music with which my heart has been beating in the past week. Just like my spring trip, this ASB winter trip to DC turned out to be one of the best weeks in my life: a charming city, a group of wonderful people, and an amazing journey.
Birthday Letter from Dad & Mom | 爸爸媽媽的生日祝福
It’s my 20th birthday today, and I received the best birthday gift from my parents. Thank you Dad and Mom — it reminds me of all the wonderful things I thought I had lost through the course of life; it reminds me of the kind of person I want myself to be; it reminds me of the attitude I should have when life challenges me.
Listening to the Rain
It has been raining this entire afternoon. One of the best things about my apartment is the giant French window facing the lake. I have been working in front of my window for a few hours, listening to the rain tapping its melody on this window. This reminds me of what happened last summer: in a rainy afternoon in Taiwan, after I had tea with my high school friends, I sat in front of my window at home, writing an article and listening to the rain.
A Letter from Dad | 爸爸的信
I have been struggling a lot since the beginning of Winter Quarter, with the brutal Chicago winter, challenging courses, difficult relationships with classmates, and my endless homesick. This morning my dad sent me this note, which I burst into tears after reading.
Musical
We are going to perform a musical in December, and now we are thinking about the scripts. At first, I thought we could play a comedy just like what we usually did for other class assignments, but Roggy (or maybe someone else?) insisted that there should be a change — that is, we should play a tragedy instead of a comedy! As a bubbly and energetic person, the idea of playing a tragedy itself is a tragedy……
Campus Folk Songs
This week is the last week of our summer session. I felt quite weird seeing Nini’s empty seat on Monday — it seemed like something was lost.