Healing Oneself with Memories#
As usual on a morning going to work, I found signs on the ground and along the road saying, "Ahead ICPC Asia Regional Finals." Memories flooded in all of a sudden, of course, I didn't participate in this level of competition (I'm too weak). My mind was filled with, "ohhhhhh I was young too," "they are really good at competing," "missing Ni Shen, missing everyone on the fifth floor"...
When I got to my desk, I messaged the junior students, telling them that I saw the ICPC Asia Regional Finals being held at our school, reminiscing about the scenes of the school team back then, tears in my eyes. Sitting together every day, not solving many problems, all relying on WHC and the junior students, later participating in the Blue Bridge Cup together, participating in the ladder tournament, participating in the selection competition (got rejected...
Back then, there was really a lot of motivation, maybe also because there was a group of people who could go further. Now, everyone has gone their separate ways, studying for postgraduate degrees, working, days passing by in a daze...
Yesterday, I received good news from a junior student, he successfully landed at Hohai University, really good to see someone who walked out of the fifth-floor study room. But to dive into deeper waters, there are many things I want to tell him, but thinking about it, I held back.
Army of Postgraduate Entrance Exam#
March is also a season of harvest, the army of postgraduate entrance exam who worked hard for a year has reached the final stage of the interview, the first offline event after the epidemic. Seeing many young faces emerging in the Xiangying Building, holding study materials, sitting in the corridor anxiously waiting for their turn, I instantly got PTSD.
At that time, I found a room at the school's guesthouse for the interview, anxiously waiting all morning, only to be told that I missed my morning slot and was rescheduled to be the first in the afternoon... (XXXX, got angry). The interview started at 1 o'clock, it went terribly, but somehow ended up here, phew...
They must envy us sitting in this building... and we envy those who haven't come in yet... it's a siege...
From time to time, I feel like a completely fried old oil stick state hhh... still need to cheer up.
In the past two weeks, a teacher from another group was called by the mentor to "help guide," praising people is really good at praising people, "this child is thinking and working hard, this child looks familiar, have I interviewed them before" ... (help, teacher, I'm in academia XXX)
The guidance effect is hard to describe, need to put my own affairs on hold for now, but it's a turning point, it's a turning point!
Ramblings#
Reading "Blade":
"So what do you want to do?"
"Swing."
Lately, it keeps appearing in my mind, that kind of ordinary people in Japanese dramas, doing a very ordinary job, nine to five, experiencing life, it's really wonderful.
After a long time, I received a letter from a friend in Germany, telling me she really likes goldfish, in my reply I said "I can feel your love for goldfish, after all, your ID is goldfish..." Having something you love, it's great!
Sharing a good mood: In the morning on the way to work, I caught up with a bike driver returning to the canteen, walking over, the driver said, "Here, take the new bike to ride~"
Riding a bike really uplifts the mood, flying~
This week's journal entry is written under the urging of a friend. (laughs)