Transformation in Zhuhai Campus

I’ve kept thinking these days. Am I really old-fashioned?

It did take a while before I noticed how great changes had occurs on this campus. When I was walking to the teaching building, or just waiting someone in street, I couldn’t help but sense people are different nowadays. Here I aim at no teachers. Of course the teachers have all switched this semester, but the whole bunch of variation was not enough to catch my real attention. Though by all means, the leaving of Serge, Roxie have really upsets me for a long while. Anyway, what I wanna talk about here is the foxes wandering around. Students here, no matter male or female, have suddenly turned into foxes!

THE BOYS

I’ve never seen such many cute guys in SYS University (definitely not my whole life. Girls whoever read this passage, and is willing to appreciate countless handsome boys, just go to my mother school – the ZhiXin High School. And I promise you can get more satisfaction than you want! ^^). Cluster in cluster, the number of the male creatures rises to at least twice as much overnight. And most surprisingly, THEY LOOK GREAT! Those cute guys are cool. They gather around in gangs, talk and laugh to each other like no one around. They would look at the girls, then smile to them, like gentlemen wanna take you to a coffee. They’re just like sun shining in the gloomy students’ life! This is not supposed to happen in an out-dated campus, especially in SUN YAT-SEN University. Rumors, which I firmly believe in, are that there’re no wonderful-looking guys here. But the fact today seems to be making an effort to rebuild their reputation! After days of curiosity, I couldn’t help but ask the girls. Then whole things come to obvious. Those guys are not the students of SYS University, if anything, they belong to the nearby college – Education Centre for Zhuhai Tsinghua Science Park[清华科技园]. That park and our university have somehow signed a contract, that their students could move in R8 for living and our teaching building vacancy is available as well. Well, that explains everything!

THE GIRLS

Since the day before yesterday, I’ve been in endless upset. The story happened on that afternoon. I woke up as usual at 2:00, rush on my clothes and hurry out to the teaching building. Just when I rushed down to the 5F (I’m living on 7F), a bunch of girls made for the staircase, too. OH MY GOD! My first reaction was these three words. THE GIRLS ARE GORGEOUS! Miniskirts, stockings, long boots, long curly or straight hair and with wonderful makeup, they fleeted to downstairs like butterflies shuttle in flowers. As I walked down the street, I began to realize that man-eaters are not excluded outside R7(where I was living). They are, quite the reverse, everywhere! Legs are floating everywhere right in front of me, under some colorful outfits and stylish boots, swinging towards to the classrooms. Hairs are drifted by the wind (here’s Zhuhai, of course there’s strong wind!), and they’re colorful, too! They’re red, yellow with the most fashionable looks, fixing even my pupils, let alone those boys’ passing by. Besides miniskirts, boots and barrettes, the handbag they’re carrying are attracted too, at least they successfully attracted my attention! When I’m reaching to my classroom, I notice even a overweigh girl is in a tight jean, with curly yellow hair lolling on her shoulder! I’ve never felt that frustrated of my appearance since the first day I stepped in this university! All my never-done hair was bind together, loosen sports clothes had wrapped me up into a big baggage, from which you could never tell the body shape. The large bag hooking on my shoulder, with a brick-like GRE inside, was feeling as embarrass as its owner by comparison with others. In a word, MISERABLE!

Now is 5:25 in the afternoon, even the canteens are full of foxes. Those butterflies are floating over the floors, which I can tell from the sound outside my dorm. Foxes are chasing at each other right this moment, I’m sure. Those guys, women are absolutely avid of the eye contact from the opposite array. Or else the boyfriends and girlfriends are just busy feeding each other like they’re the only two in world. And I, the oldest woman on this campus(there’re only freshman and sophomore here), single and miserable and in a blizzard pajama, am typing this long passage, utterly wretched, to memorize my gorgeous 20. And right next to me, my dearest GRE is lying open in endless gloom…

Written on 2007.3.15