As a reward, I will share some of my anecdotes. :)
Me (centre) and my cousins (left and right)
Normally kids don’t remember events happening at the very early ages of their lives. Yet, I still remembered the process of going to a local shopping mall with my cousin, my uncle and aunt, getting lost whilst playing by myself and then navigating my way home by running down the escalators, outside the mall, along the pavement and then taking a taxi when I was three. My uncle and aunt remembered being excruciatingly scolded by my grandparents afterwards, but unfortunately that I could not recall.
During high school, I was once diagnosed with pneumothorax and had to stay in hospital for several weeks. Upon returning to school, it was time for exams and I ended up ranking 1st across the entire cohort (over a thousand peers). Many of my classmates still liked to bring up the anecdote during our gatherings after graduation and were eager to know what happened during my hospitalisation. Honestly, I don’t know, perhaps not being able to move made reading textbooks a good pastime.
My high school before relocation
My high school after relocation
Me and my reflective reports for each activity I joined in at the ELC
Becoming a Student Ambassador
Poster of our special PLA session at the ELC
English is my second language. During the first two semesters after I entered college, I dedicated most of my spare time to learning and improving my English at the University's language centre. It was an utterly transformative experience, seeing me growing from an introvert to someone who is willing to share and initiate conversations with peers from diverse backgrounds. The commitment awarded me an unexpected scholarship that allowed me to spend a summer in England. After returning from the trip, I still enjoyed going to the language centre to meet new friends as well as offer help and tips to students who were adapting to the new environment.
I sometimes wake up at the mid of the night to jot down ideas or polish drafts of my writings. It’s not at all a healthy practice, yet it has greatly contributed to the progress of lots of my projects and endeavours. Some bloggers/vloggers suggest thinking about hard questions before you sleep and the next morning you might magically resolve them. That apparently works for me but for the very wrong reason—once you start thinking seriously, it’s going to be a long night.
Writing my Art History research essay
Me with a view of the Grand Hotel in Taipei
Have you ever done an unplanned trip? I sort of have. I once went on an intercontinental trip from New York to Taiwan after just one night of planning. I got my e-travel permit to Taiwan (like a special visa for us from mainland China) in the evening and then formed the idea of going there as part of the winter break. I searched for a cheap flight that took off the next morning, booked two AirBNBs online (because it was around New Year), reserved a pocket Wi-Fi at the destination airport, slept for one and a half hours and then dashed for the airport—did not even exchange currency ahead of time. Dramatic as it may sound, it turned out to be one of my favourite trips across the years.