My University Day Another drowsy Wednesday morning, we found out

My University Day Another drowsy Wednesday morning, we found out our seats and sat down. It is funny to see everyone with a blank face after they were pulled from the sweet beds. Here came Bring’s voice: “Gosh! How I miss my bed! Ah…”---She’s yawning, and made everyone near her do the same thing.

“Ling….” The bell rang. Just at that time, Mr. Wang, our translation teacher came in. “Hey,” my deskmate murmured, “our teachers are never late for class, but never early for class too.” “Yes, but better than we are, aren’t they?” I replied. “How come?” I smiled: “ See, here is the answer.” Several boy students rushed in and said sorry for their being late. “Because we are never early for class, but always late for it.” I said.

Mr. Wang put out a heap of handouts and this action brought in a moment of chaos. Too much translation to do?! “Don’t worry, we’ll finish it in class.”

Then a long, boring course was ready to begin.

But before that there was an interesting call-over time. University teachers seldom do this, especially the male teachers. But today it is an exception! “Call my name, call my name.” We always relate to this song when the call-over happens. “Ways? Where is Ways? Absent?” “Sick.”---A boy, Ways’ roommate replied. “Really? Oh, I see.” A smile flashed on Mr. Wang’s face and he made a note on Ways’ name. “Okay, next. Billy? Where’s Billy?” “Sick”---All of us, boys and girls, replied together and it made ourselves laugh out at the same time. “Ah, I see.” Mr. Wang repeated the words automatically.

With no doubt, that was a best way to wake my brain up. I tried my best to listen to the teacher but from time to time my attention was distracted by the dream I had dreamed of last night. Mr. Wang’s hypnotic voice could always make us all back to the wonderful dreams. Some of my classmates began to nod their heads, and then bent their backs, ready to put their faces on the desks. But it seemed that they were also struggling to pull their back straight again. After several “noddings”, they surrendered totally and their faces were glued on the desks again. It reminded me of the days in highschool. When anyone of us was sleepy on the physics course, the young teacher who was also our best friends would throw a piece of chalk to his head, and then he would “apologize”: “Oh, sorry, my chalk gets drunk.” Then we burst out laughs and were waked up again. But it seems impossible for the university teachers to do so, and they don’t care even if you sleep in their classes. It’s not polite to sleep in class, so I always struggle with my eyelids in case they would close up out of my control. And luckily most of the times I win them over.

But winning over the eyelids doesn’t mean I can beat the boredom down. When there was a time that we need some fresh air out of the classroom, the best choice (or the best excuse) is to go to the washroom. Men would go there for a cigarette to give themselves a lift. Girls would go there, standing in front of the mirror and combing their hair. It’s a way to refresh ourselves.

Sometimes this method is not available. After the long, boring translation course was over, there came the class of international trade practice. Miss Huang would ban all of us go out of the classroom during the class time. I hate this regulation. And most of us don’t like her very much not only for her unreasonable rule, but also because of her strong “Chinglish”(Chinese English) accent, and that pronunciation is awful! I will show you how. Miss Huang always pronounces the word “again” as “agun”, and then we made this word “agun” as her nickname. Hard to imagine that how university students are sometimes as mischievous as the primary school pupils. We also share the same things with the primary pupils. When we were still little boys and girls, we got out a conclusion that if we don’t like a teacher, hence we show no interests in the course he gives. This “theory” also works in our university days. Shame on us: Most of us did a not-so-good job in the final exam on international trade practice. But I always tell myself I’m learning for myself, not for anyone else, and what’s more, I’m a university student now! So I should be much more mature than I was in the elementary school. If now the “theory” still works on me, I should feel ashamed. Actually I did feel ashamed.

But when we meet with some interesting courses, there is another totally different story. In the afternoon of the same day, we like to attend Miss Kang’s course, because she just behaves like our peer although she’s now more than 30 years old. She entered the classroom like an easy breeze, dressed with casual wears. Her voice was so magical that it could attract our attention without effort. In her class she never made her students bored, and we seldom feel stressful and therefore we expressed ourselves freely. We talked about life, thoughts, dreams, hobbies, and she would exchange her special experiences with us. She knows our hearts: As university students, we long for having the teachers or professors with their own individualized personality, because we have already been educated in a theoretical, monotonous way during the past 12 years, before we enter the university. As generation-X, we are interested in everything new and stylish, and we are apt to accept them. We are seeking for knowledge and also we are eager to have a different way of life. We need the teachers who can understand us well instead of the stereotyped ones.

We feel so lucky that we are in a university for language studying. It’s an amazing experience because we have the chance to learn a second foreign language. The last course in Wednesday is one of my most favorite. They say girls, especially girls who learn language and literature are as romantic as a rose. I can’t agree more. In the second foreign language learning, we would choose a special sentence as a starting point. Even the teacher knows the “convention” well, so when he gave us the first course he put “Je t’aime” on the blackboard and then told us:” Don’t ask me how to speak ‘ I love you’ in France. I’ve already told you.” Yes, that is our “starting point”. Then at the night girls would gather together and tell others how to pronounce “I love you” in different languages:in Japanese, in German, in Spainish, in Russian, in Korean… Before I fall asleep at night, I always recollect what I’ve done in the daytime. Did I do something good or bad? Do I satisfy with the whole day? if not, it’s ok, because tomorrow is another day! It will be better, I’m sure.