I'm in the library at school. I feel like to write something, but I can't type Chinese on the computer. Please, therefore, bear my English.
I feel so tired. I went to bed by 5am this morning and woke up by 11am. What was I doing? Study. Prepare my presentation for tomorrow. I enjoyed very much in doing it because I had to work hard on it and think. That made my solidest study so far.
I often think it's stupid to come here. The study isn't as good as I thought, and I'm spending much money on the program that I'm not satisfied with. I have compromised with what I've got because I'm here already and I don't have any choices. My goal is to finish it and obtain my degree.
I wonder, sometimes, if I had made a wrong decision to come here. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if it's wrong. I won't be able to know the answer unless I have done it. If it's wrong, indeed, please let me know.