Flowers and Crowns

This is the 160th day when I came to Beijing, and I just finished the first mock debate of this semester.

This is really a terrible argument. Just two hours ago, when the affirmative was starting their argument, I thought “this argument should be easy to disassemble”. Two hours later, faced with drafts full of unspoken rebuttals, I was full of chagrin.

This is a bit like me 160 days ago, full of longing for Beijing and Peking University.

These 160 days are quite amazing. I have met many lovely people and experienced some trivial things. I have taken countless classes and written eight papers that are not good enough. I took the mid-term and final exams and played a few mock debates. . They carry my emotions, like sunshine and soil that nourish me, and enrich my spiritual garden.

When I first arrived in Beijing, it was around 1 in the morning. From taking a taxi to the dormitory, to registering and checking in, I cleaned my room and lay on the bed. It was the first time in 18 years that I was so far away from home, but the mood at that time was more of excitement and anticipation, almost overshadowing the feeling of homesickness. With this feeling, I started my life in Beijing.

The days before school started were relaxed and pleasant. A group of 18 or 9-year-old teenagers gathered to chat and play games. At this time, there was no pressure for class exams and grade points for thesis. We could still stay up late and play unscrupulously. Performed singing “童年” late at night. Of course, after the school officially starts, they will be presumptuous from time to time, occasionally chatting in the middle of the night, hurrying to have a meal together after class. I didn’t think that people can get close easily, but it’s this group of people, in less than a month, we went from strangers who didn’t know each other to partners who lived together.

Life after the school started was busier than ever. Classes, debates, performances and rehearsals at international cultural festivals were all on the schedule. For the first time, I truly felt that 24 hours were not enough. I often ride an electric bike back to my dormitory at 12 o’clock in the morning when the preparations are over. I haven’t seen Los Angeles in the early morning, but I have seen Beijing in the early morning. It is also an alternative experience-the deserted campus is as quiet as time. It’s still. During this period, life is busy and compact, but it has also been rewarded. I regained my enthusiasm for debate. I know more teammates who love debate, and I know that I will not be alone in the future.