Recently, our class is very busy, tug-of-war, military competition (short for table tennis), watching debate and going to our headquarters. In short, it is quite stimulating the domestic demand in the canteen. Both physical and mental work consume internal energy. (See page 102, I'm Hungry, Section 2, Philippine Gum, Chapter 1, "Food scholars say so")
Next Tuesday's intensive reading midterm exam, the broad masses of the people are trying to reach the level of A and B. Only a few people like me are still hovering below the passing line, which is really a little sorry for the organization. At 9 o'clock this morning, my classmate awei broke into the house and woke me up. She lied to me that it was 1 1 and threatened to lift my quilt. This great enthusiasm to push me forward is really touching. Lima said that she must go to the library in half an hour and ask her to send my friend out for the time being, so as to fulfill my dream quickly.
I think my prawn weekend is over, so how can I mix online in the future? Kunz
I heard from the head of the dormitory that QOO's orange juice tastes good. In order to heal the trauma of getting up early, I decided to allocate the Popsicle Fund to buy one. Besides being not so expensive, the dessert is actually quite good.
The chef in the canteen has a distinct personality, so I only arranged one chef recently, that is, the rightmost window of Hall A, which is efficient and gives more. Buy one or two pieces of rice and give 30% more for fried fish. I ate half last time and came to buy kung pao chicken. He even gave me a bowl to play with, which made Aying Ajuan envious. But I'm 70% full, and I failed my master's good pleasure. Since then, I have eaten all the fried fish every time. In the words of A Juan, it is "just lick it". I think this is the only way to repent of the last waste. Having said that, I would like to extend my sincere respect to the Yangtze River students who have not completed the English translation of Confessions into French.
I have just been to the education supermarket. When I checked out, I chatted with Uncle Cashier about the problem that 2.5 yuan bought two snowflake ballpoint pens last time, but neither of them could write neatly. I only saw him roll his eyes once in a while and said that the pen was fine. I should have used my pen by mistake. Oh! I didn't hold the pen with my foot. What's the matter? No matter how beautiful and ugly the glue is, it has been used for at least 20 years, which makes his guess deny my efforts in education for so many years and really hurts my beautiful heart. Having said that, I have to pay tribute to two students, one is Juan Inging, who were depressed all weekend after watching A Beautiful Mind for more than three hours.
Pen water can be saved, and the monitor will not reimburse it anyway. See you on the next fourth anniversary.
I wish the students a good appetite. Remember to visit the rightmost window of Hall A more often. . . .