Caught On The Spot

Walking on the street, meanwhile thinking about going the way crossing the elementary school, I was just about passing the star cram school where I had gone for my entire junior high school days. For the sake of the past glorious memories in that four floors building, I took a glimpse inside the school out of curiosity, and perhaps a bit nostalgia. That was a mistake.

As I turned my head in 45 degree and about to take a quick glance over the windows, I saw a woman just walking out towards me. Damn! Although I hadn't given the woman a entire look, I immediately recognized who she was--the owner of the building, the one who run the entire business of the cram school, and the one who once taught me for two years at the elementary school. But that was not exactly a good timing for reuniting with the teacher I used to respect a lot, because my hands were occupied by my dinner box and a bottle of tea. It was kind of embarrassing to talk to a teacher with hands full of food. Therefore, according to my instinct, I pretended not seeing her and quickly went by. Haplessly, she saw me. "Where are you going?" I began to sweat. I was caught on the spot. How embarrassed I was. Not only did I have to turn around to greet her, letting her see my hands full of food, but also I got to face the awkwardness of pretending not seeing her just a few seconds ago. You cannot imagine how much sweat I got just in these few seconds.

I wished I could just keep walking and feigning she recognized wrong person. But I couldn't. I had to face the awdwardness of the situation and try to make up for the mistake. So I turned back to her, saying I was sorry for not greeting her. No, I did not apologize. I just pretended the ignoring never happened, merely saying I was surprised that she still recognized me after all these years, and hinded my awkwardness furtively. Thankfully she did too. She only saluted me and asked about my study career, and encouraged me to work hard. Oh god, how relieved I was for not being blamed for the indiferency. Thus I just tried my best to smile back and saying things politely. At last, I promised her I would say hello to my parents for her and walked away.

Such an awkward experience really abound the boring vacation with some interesting anecdotes, helping me get rid of the helpless emptiness in life.

Less Than Three Weeks To Go

It is time to strive hard for the next sememster. I overheard that some of my classmates have already previewed at least two weeks' shedule. OMG, I've only flipped through about three pages. I have no clue what I was doing in the last three weeks. Idling away on the Internet, wasting time on the soap opera, and simply sleeping all day are the typical days of my wanton vacation. WHAT ON EARTH WAS I DOING!! It's only three weeks to go, and my book is still clean like never been read before! This is got to stop. I have to start working hard straight to the goal, or I would be left far behind others on the day to school in spring. Okay. Gather. Now I gonna arrange my schedule carefully for rest of the few holidays. I have to use it efficiently. No time to waste anymore. GO GO GO!