I remembered that last Wednesday, our professor said that his course for this semester is coming to the end. Well, I have to say that after such a long time, finally, I can find myself able to calmly sit down, trying to think about something that I really like. Just a moment before I was watching the one open course from Harvard, the well-known What is the right thing to do by Michael Sandel. The open courses from Harvard are really rare, I have to say, which just happens to make this courses extraordinary, lol. To be honest, it is so good to feel that I am actually doing stuff for myself, rather than doing things for professors for nothing but grades.
Well, this also explains why I am going to upload this blog after the professor has announced that the semester is coming to the end. I think it is my personality that determines that I prefer to do the work I appreciate and enjoy with no external instructions. I believe that this might piss off a lot of people including my parents. Well, then I have nothing to do with it, because I am not there for them to accept. Maybe it is because of the circumstances that I was brought up that assign me with this thought. I used to live under rules just like other Chinese students do now. I can still remember that when I was in elementary school, our teacher asked us to put our hands behind our back in the name of our preference to focus on the classes, or just for a kind of collective good-looking. What the hell is that? If the class is interesting to be listened to, would the students wander their mind? Who can believe that a boy, who used to be so shy, will act this way when he has come to 20 years old? You can call the “20 years old” as a charm. In fact, it starts when I was in junior. I don’t really want to give details, but the result is pretty interesting. Who can safely conclude that the world is going along a path that they set up? According to my culture, there is no definite end or start. A start could have be the end, while the end could also be a start. Who know? The young is passionate about the mysterious aspect of life. It is of more fun, isn’t it?
I have been so tired of listening to instructions. For so many cases, it is referred to nothing but “boring”. If I don’t cooperate, there is nothing that others can do. I take what means to be important to me, which I will judge for myself, but don’t take granted to think that I am not going to raise my voice.
Tired of being afraid to say no, young boys are moving on.
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