Healing Myself with Memories#
Like any other morning going to work, I noticed signs on the ground and along the road that said, "ICPC Asia Regional Finals ahead." Memories suddenly flooded in, of course, I didn't participate in this level of competition (I'm too bad). My mind was filled with thoughts like, "Ohhhhhh, I was young too," "They're really good at competing," "I miss Ni Shen, I miss everyone on the fifth floor"...
When I got to my workstation, I messaged my junior, telling him that I saw the ICPC Asia Regional Finals being held at our school, and it reminded me of the scenes from the school team back then. Tears welled up in my eyes. We used to sit together in prison every day, not solving many problems, relying on WHC and my junior. Later on, we participated in the Blue Bridge Cup together, the ladder tournament, and the selection competition (I was rejected in the end...
We were really motivated back then, maybe because we had a group of people who could go further. Now, everyone has gone their separate ways, pursuing postgraduate studies or working, and time feels hazy...
Yesterday, I received good news from my junior. He successfully got into Hohai University. It's really great to see someone who used to study in the fifth-floor study room make it. But he's entering an even deeper sea, and there are many things I want to say to him, but I keep holding back.
Army of Postgraduate Entrance Exam#
March is also the season of harvest. The army of postgraduate entrance exam takers, who have worked hard for a year, has reached the final hurdle, the interview, which is the first offline event since the pandemic. Seeing many young faces emerging in the Xiangying Building, sitting in the corridor anxiously waiting for their turn, instantly gave me PTSD.
Back then, I found a hotel room on campus for the interview. I anxiously waited for the whole morning, only to be told that my interview was rescheduled to be the first one in the afternoon... (XXXX, I started cursing). The interview started at 1 o'clock, and it didn't go well, but somehow I made it here, huffing and puffing...
They must envy us sitting in this building... and we envy those who haven't come in yet... it's like being trapped in a fortress...
Sometimes I feel like a completely worn-out old oil stick hhh... I still need to cheer up.
In the past two weeks, our mentor invited a teacher from another group to "help with guidance." He really knows how to praise people, "This child is thinking and working hard, this child looks familiar, did I interview him before?" (Help, teacher, I'm an academic XXX)
I don't know how to describe the effectiveness of the guidance, I need to put my own matters aside for now, but it's a turning point, it's a turning point!
Random Thoughts#
Reading "Blade":
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Swing."
Lately, I keep thinking about those Japanese dramas where everyone is an ordinary person, doing an ordinary job, working from nine to five, experiencing life. It's really beautiful.
I received a letter from a friend in Germany after a long time, and she told me for a long time how much she likes goldfish. In my reply, I said, "I can feel that you like goldfish, after all, your ID is goldfish..." It's great to have something you love!
Sharing a good mood: in the morning on my way to work, I happened to come across a bike driver returning his bike to the cafeteria at headquarters. As I walked by, the driver said, "Here, take the new bike to ride~"
Riding a bike really brings joy to my heart, flying~
This week's journal is written under the urging of my friends. (笑