Wednesday 23rd
As an international student, Thanksgiving doesn’t mean a lot to me. A math professor invited some Taiwanese students to his home for Thanksgiving dinner. They made hundreds of fried pumpkin dumplings. After dinner the professor told us Bible stories. Joe had read both Buddhist classic and Bible so he described some differences and similarities between both religions. I’m free-spirited, but it doesn’t mean I have to deny anything belonging the religion. I believe in Capitalism and classic Liberty; I learned Communism and Fascist ideology for the sake of knowledge. Their discussions arose my curiosity. Maybe one day I will find something interesting in Bible.
How are you doing, sweetie?
Today is Thanksgiving Day. The university close, so do the library and gym. Few cars are on road; people won't go out before noon. I could be the only one out at this moment. Maybe it is silence, peaceful silence that calls me out.
Relax, no math or science today.
As the semester is approaching to the end, I am getting tired. Cold winds, the empty street, and the open grass yard together form a soundless harmony being able to tame any disturbing heart.
Every year at this day I go to east campus, the most beautiful part on main campus. And every year I regret. When I’d like to turn my memory into photos, it never waits for me. I can see only brown dried leaves on the ground. The vivid yellow and red colors that signify the coming of the fall are short-lived. Like the happy summer vacation, they went away soon.
It could be very pretty while leaves are still on the tress.
I don't know why I think the small court would be fantastic in a cloudy day.
Court of North Carolina always looks good no matter what time it is.
Memorial Bell Tower
Pullen Park Theater.
Brooks Hall
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