Looking back

“Looking back on how it was in years gone by.”

So it’s the end of the first half of my third year at the university. It was not until now did I have enough time to really look back to the rather long road I’ve been passing through. The very first sentence of this piece of writing is quoted from the song “Yesterday once more”, one of my most favorite. I have a great love for everything relating to the past, and this song is certainly not an exception. Then continues the lyric: “…and the good times that I had make today seem rather sad. So much has changed…”. Yes, so much has changed, and the time I had with my class 07D has even ended. What have I learned and lost after such a journey then?

It has been over 2 years since I entered the university. I used to exclaim “how time flies” whenever I looked back to the past, yet recently I have learned that it is indeed a rhetorical question, no one can ever explain or find a reasonable answer for it. Time really flies that rapidly, no matter what. My student life, however, has passed through the silent years, during which I had not so many impressions or memories. So now, when I try to recall something from it, everything seems so like a dark and thick mist that what I get is just the separated pieces of the complete jigsaw called “my memory of student life”.

The very first year. I entered school with the enthusiasms and eagerness of a freshman, and soon found out that student life was so great. I have, for many times, expressed my love for the new school, the new friends and the new everything I got in my brand new life. Yet all of those feelings have soon gone away at the end of the year, when I realized that everything was not what it seemed. As a result, I hardly remember anything about my first year. It’s so dim a recollection that I virtually forget all of the things I’ve passed through, though I know I did have a very good time then.

The second year. Time seems to fly a great deal faster. The reason is, I guess, because I became much busier with lots of new courses whose higher requirements than those in the first year. I was so pleased with this busy year, however. I hate being so free. I love to work; love to go to school everyday and love to have something to do to make myself busy, not having spare time to think of the unnecessary things. For when you are too busy, you will not have enough time to notice how time flies. Thus, the second year passed by as silent and as rapid as the first one. No more memory, no more impression, but worse circumstances I’ve been to and more terrible people I’ve met.

Then came the third year. It was seemingly the busiest year ever, and this was really the student life I had wished to have. Busy, busy and busy. It is so short a story to tell about this year, partly because I have just passed a half of the journey, and because the strict requirements of the courses have filled up all my time. Since this semester is the last one when we can study in the same class, all of my classmates have somehow tried to get themselves closer to each other than ever. It can be said that we have really had a great last time together. I was just wondering whether it was time to bid my farewells to the class, or I should save it until we are all graduated. Perhaps I should save it, since we still have lots of chance to meet again, though the chance to study together as we used to is far impossible. So sad!

I’m trying to recall some sweet memories I have ever had with my class, yet again, everything is like an old odd video tape with broken pieces of images. Usually we do not treasure what we have until we lose them. Maybe someday those things will, clearly and completely, recall to me. Let’s hope.

Then I guess it’s enough for the time of recalling the past. Still I have the rest of the road to go. Looking back the past is a way to be prepared for the future. Although I seem not to love my student life a lot, I do not hate it either. It can only be concluded that deep inside my heart, there are still places for the memories I have had here in the university.