The memory can't be erased by time. Can it really be three years ago since I joined the Informatic Club? I still remember, vividly, I wanted to leave the door of it, with no choice. Then you, my teacher, you saved my dream. No one else in our assosiation loved computer theory as me. No one except me is hardworking in it. Not alone, but lonely. Not learning, but studying.
Now, I see. Someone is admiring me because of the tech, not my dream. If I am loving dancing or something else, who will admire me then? Dream is behind the learning. Learning? I Am Over It A Long Time Ago. I used to love learning "knowledge" at school, till I saw several poor girls' dream discovered 'cazo the "knowledge" by The evil. Alas! Graduation, I want it happen earlier. I can Never stand the evil education any more.
Farewell, my youth.
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